#i am floored by the positive response to oh empty

[s1rawb3rry]

Riding Circles Around You

synopsis: Y/N spirals after seeing her ex... completely unaware to the fact that her closest friend, Heeseung, has been quietly falling for her all along.

word count: 2.5k

warnings: fluff fluff fluff, no smut, some touching, cussing, some angst tbh, low self-esteem, established friendship, heeseung is completely whipped for y/n while shes oblivious to it, hee is kinda a loser in love (i need him so bad...), so really its loser in love x loser also in love but doesnt know it yet

genres: uni AU, slice of life, student!heeseung x student!reader

pairing: enhypen Heeseung x reader

a/n: some tooth rotting hee fluff to satisfy my sweet tooth hehe, enjoyyyy

Taglist: @heestoleurgirl @stariekis @jaehoodies @morganaawriterr @luvashli @kireistrawberryjayla (comment if you want me to add / remove you from the list <3)

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I have been in the same position for the last 2 hours. Sat on the floor, my laptop opened but the screen turned off a long time ago. My eyes lazily, and without purpose, move from my reflection on my laptop screen, to my socks, to the posters hung on my dorm’s walls. My wall clock reads 11:30ish am, I exhaled. I have already wasted so much time... but my frame feels too heavy to move. I have so much work to get to, but this empty– yet heavy– feeling overpowered my actions and thoughts. All I could feel is the crisp, late night air coming from my window into my suffocatingly small room, my messy hair softly moved with the breeze. 

I never knew seeing my ex, let alone with his new girlfriend, would paralyse me this much. We broke up a year ago and even left on good terms. I am genuinely over him, so my perplexity grew when I noticed how small I suddenly felt. I have no reason to feel any of this.  But for some reason, I do. And I hate that I do.

When the image of them together appeared again in the back of my eyes, I winced. It's exactly how I saw them a couple hours ago, my mind refusing to forget the image of the perfect couple: her arms wrapped around his, both of them laughing with that stupidly-in-love smile. His laughter died down before hers did, he looked at her as if she's the one who hung the stars in the sky. They looked at each other as if they were the only two people on earth, which worked in my favor because they didn't notice me. 

My clothes suddenly feel suffocatingly warm on my skin the more details I recall. My laptop was pushed to the side by my feet as I laid on the cool floor, trying to soothe down my burning body. Guilt started to eat at my bones when I noticed that I foolishly hated seeing him happier with her. I wished him and still wish well, but seeing that in front of me is different. It feels like I failed at something that I didn't even want to be anymore. Failed at being a girlfriend. That familiar feeling sank in my chest, the feeling of worthlessness and incompetence in every domain in my life. 

Before I could continue my warfare in my mind and list down my failures as a friend and a daughter, I heard a vibrating sound next to me, followed by my phone screen turning on, illuminating my dim dorm room. My heavy hand reached out for it while I stayed immobile. After blinking a few times to adjust to the brighter light, the text message became clearer.

“Hey, I will be at my dorm soon. We can facetime in 10”  - "Dumbass", Delivered 1 min ago

“Oh fuck me…” i mumbled under my breath, i completely forgot. Heeseung asked me to help him with this project a week ago. My heavy hands struggled to keep my phone up, feeling even more suffocated. Figures, keep proving what a great friend you are…

“hi, I'm sorry. I really don’t feel well… Can we reschedule?”  - "Me", delivered 3 sec ago

I froze in front of my phone, waiting for a response. My heart pounded in my chest, my palms sweaty. A second later my message was read. Another second later… nothing. I stayed in this position for 3 whole minutes, my eyes pacing between the time and the 'me, read 4 mins ago'. 

I turned off my phone, placed it on my chest and succumbed to my new reality: I’m a shitty friend, a shitty girlfriend and a shitty human. I lay there in silence, staring at the ceiling as if it could offer some sympathy or even relief from the sinking feeling in my chest. I closed my eyes to fight the tears that were threatening to come out. 

My phone buzzed again. My eyes flew open, How long have I been sleeping? I didn't want to check my phone, but my hand moved on its own.

“Look out your window. I might be outside with snacks.“ - "Dumbass", Delivered 30 sec ago

I frowned back at my screen, what is he talking about? Before I could figure out what to reply or do, faint jingles of a bell rang from outside my window. I rose to my feet in an instant and walked to my window. As my eyes scanned the quiet street, the faint jingles rang again. “I’m down here,” a voice whispered before chuckling. 

My eyes shifted to the source. There he was, Hee leaning against his bike, looking up at me like this was the most normal thing in the world. He wore his washout blue jeans and his worn out sneakers. His black hood covering his messy, slightly grown out hair. A small white plastic bag could be seen in his bike basket. When our eyes met, his smile grew and I contagiously smiled back. “Hee, what the hell?” I whispered back to him, amusement and confusion laced my voice. 

“Stop treating me like a food delivery service and come down.”  he whispered, adjusting his grip on his bike.  I hesitated for a second, still processing the absurdity of this situation. For just a second, he did look like a food delivery guy, I couldn’t help it but laugh. “You’re insane,” I muttered, shaking my head. A strange pull made me want to go see him,  “I will grab my phone. Give me a minute.” I said before disappearing back to my dorm.

As soon as I opened my door and headed toward the stairs, I could hear his bike bell ring again, faint and playful, like it was telling me to hurry. I rolled my eyes, a small smile tugged at my lips as I sped down the stairs. 

“Are you trying to wake up the whole building?” I asked once I reached the bottom. As I was walking towards him, he smiled at me, “just making sure you don't bail on me again.” he said, a teasing tone in his voice. I grimaced, remembering everything that just happened these past hours. I closed my eyes in embarrassment, not daring to look into his, “Hee, I'm so sorry. That was-" I started apologising but was cut off when I felt something tough and cold wrap my head. I opened my eyes once again to find his gaze softened, making that sinking feeling in my chest less heavy. 

“Hey, you’re fine,“ he said, his voice lower, adjusting the helmet on my head. “I’m not mad.” he continued, his eyes reassuring. I stayed quiet, words slipped away from me as I looked back into his big eyes. His big grin came back before he turned his back to me, “But I will only get you off the hook if you get on.”

I stared at him, puzzled, as he climbed on his bike. “Where are we going?” I asked, my body naturally finding its seat behind him, my arms instinctively wrapped around him. “Guess you’ll have to trust me.” he said, shrugging his shoulders. 

As I opened my mouth to argue, he jerked the handlebars quickly, making the whole bike shake. I yelped and, out of reflex, tightened my grip around him. His laugh echoed as I tried to catch my heart from the sudden movement. 

Before I could say anything, he pushed his leg and had the wheels rolling in a swift motion. The cool night air hit me immediately as we rode through the quiet campus, the breeze felt more refreshing than in my room.  The steady rhythm of the bike’s movement is oddly soothing, making my rest my cheek against his back. The warmth from him was a quiet contrast to the slight chill of the night. For the first time today, my thoughts weren’t so loud.

The campus lights blurred as we passed, we flickering through the trees, until finally, the buildings thinned and I spotted the dim glow of streetlights ahead. He slowed the bike to a stop and kicked the stand into place. He placed a gentle hand on my thigh, grounding me back to reality, “we’re here...” he said, his voice low.

I blinked, pulling my head away from his back. My eyes adjusted to the dim surroundings, taking in the empty space ahead. A playground. I unwrapped my arms from him and planted my feet on the ground. He nodded towards the swings, “c’mon, sit.” he said before he started to fish something out of his basket.

I started dragging my legs towards the swing as they found that heavy feeling again. I flopped on the swing’s seat, slowly swaying my feet as I lean my head on the swing’s cold metal chains. That feeling still clung to me—the weight in my chest, the unease I couldn’t quite shake. 

Hee pulled something out of the basket and started walking over. He held a small crinkly bag in front of me, it took me a moment to adjust to the lack of light to see what it was. My eyes widened once I realized, “Oh, you're kidding…”

He smiled at my reaction and tossed the bag of Hershey’s chocolate dipped pretzels into my lap. “I still judge you for loving those…” he said, watching me rip open the bag and pop one in my mouth, completely ignoring his comment. “Thank you,” I said, my words muffled by the heavenly pretzel in my mouth. 

As I chewed, I felt the swing creak beneath me. Hee’s presence lingered behind me, his hands brushing against my back. With a gentle push, I began to sway slowly, back and forth. “Alright,” he said, disturbing the quiet, “what’s going on?” 

For a moment, I let the swaying movement calm me, ignoring his question and the tight feeling it created in my chest. “I’m fine,” I said finally, keeping my eyes glued to my lap and the ground. I couldn’t see his face, but I’m sure he had that expression— the one that said he could tell I was lying. His voice was quieter now, “You don’t look fine.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, “I just saw my ex today…” I started, unsure how to start telling him everything. “Hated that guy,” he said abruptly, his voice laced with disgust. I snorted a laugh, “you hate all my exes.” I said, looking up at him while still swaying in the swing. 

“Yeah, can you blame me? He looks like a spoon.” he remarked. I bursted out laughing, making my swing halt its movement.

When my laughter died down, I found Hee unmoved behind me, looking at me with those bambi eyes. He brushed my hair out of my face, gently collecting it to the back, “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

The softness in his tone made my heart beat a little stronger. His warm hands lingered around my face and neck, leaving a buzzing feeling on my skin. “I don’t know…” I drifted off, trying to figure out what to say without sounding pathetic, “I think seeing him again, and seeing him happy, made me realise how I wasn’t enough for him. That made me think I wasn't enough for anyone or anything.” 

Heeseung didn’t say anything right away, he just kept brushing my hand with his hands. “Y/N,” he said quietly, “you were enough for him. If he didn’t see that, that’s on him, not you.” he continued, “And the idea that you’re not enough for anyone or anything? We both know that's bullshit.”

I exhale, nodding in agreement, “I know, my thoughts escalated faster than I could ration, I believe.” I said, looking in front of me, focusing on the dimly lit playground. 

No more words were exchanged, the silence between us stretched for a moment. You could only hear the sound of my swing swaying. I could feel the breeze against my face, the sound of the night, and his presence behind me, steady and comforting. As I was lost in my – much calmer– thoughts, my eyes landed on his parked bike. 

“Hee?” I called out.

“Yes, pretty girl?” 

“I have a confession to make.” I announced. I could feel his touch on my back lose its rhythm for a moment, “you’ve got my full attention.” 

“I don’t know how to ride a bike.” I said calmly as a matter of fact, keeping my gaze in front of me. I furrowed my brows when I felt him completely pause his movement, making me turn around. When he saw my face, it dawned on him, “oh, you’re not joking." he said, almost to himself. “Why would I be joking?” I shot back, popping another pretzel in my mouth. 

“How have you managed this long without knowing?” He asked, sounding surprised. I shrugged, “been a passenger princess since birth,” I winked, looking up at him. He laughed, slowly moving from behind me, his hands leaving my shoulders. I watched his figure grab the bike and walk it right in front of me with a small grin, “Well, guess it’s time to change that.”

I raised an eyebrow at him, “I'm not so sure about that.” I said, shaking my head. “Come on, see it as an apology for canceling our plans,” he insisted, tilting his head to the side. I looked at the bike and then at him, those big bambi eyes looking back at me again.

I sighed in defeat and got up from the swing. He held the bike in balance while I held the handlebars and perched myself on the seat. I could feel the weight of the bike under me, “You want to kill me,” I whispered in disbelief. 

He laughed, “you got this, doll. Just go in a straight line. I will stay right next to you.” 

I took a deep breath and pushed my leg off the ground, making the bike move forward. The motion was jerky, “Oh my god,” I muttered to myself, trying to focus on keeping the bike steady. Hee was right behind me, “that's it…” he encouraged. I tried to focus, but the bike wobbled wildly beneath me, the wheels turning too fast, and my legs couldn’t keep up with the movement. I tried to straighten myself, instead I overcorrected, veering to the left, no longer having control over the bike. 

I shrieked as I crashed straight into him, sending both of us tumbling onto the grass. The bike clattered beside us, as we tried to catch our breaths from the adrenaline and the laughter. “I think you need more than just a straight line,” he said between laughs, his face so close I could feel the warmth of his breath against my cheek.

As the laughter faded, we stayed lounged on the grass, facing each other. His eyes were closed, but a clear smile on his face. My own eyes studied and traced the outlines of his features while I could, quietly soaking in the moment. "You really didn’t have to do any of this,"

He opened his eyes, catching my gaze. He shrugged. "Yeah, well... it’s for you."

[biibini]

nsfw ghostface!mizu

“what’s the matter sidney? you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

tags: mdni , 18+ , modern!mizu with ghostface twist , fem! reader, ghostface!mizu , eating out for a hot moment, death , kisses, alternative motives , so bad yet so hot typa moment

a/n: am i late to this? yes. did this come to me during class? yes. happy late halloween and welcome back to mizu brain rot town ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊˚

ghostface!mizu would easily find your place since silly you picked up the phone every time it rang and answering with a sweet “hello”.

ghostface!mizu quietly crawls into your bedroom without a single creak while you were busy talking to her on the hallway phone downstairs.

ghostface!mizu finds it cute how you’re blindly answering her questions about yourself, what you were doing tonight, what you liked to do, favorite color, etc. she knew you were lying through your teeth, but man, did it sound so pathetic and cute to hear your lies.

ghostface!mizu hums to every response with a “mhm” while watching your every move from your bedroom upstairs, gauging your reaction every time she hummed in response,.

ghostface!mizu sees your finger twirl around the phone line, playing with the wire, smiling down on the floor when you continue to go on and on about yourself.

“It’s such a boring color, I know, but it’s my favorite!”, you state, continuing to play with the phone line. You teasingly accuse her, “You’re asking all these questions about me, yet I don’t even know who you are!”,

Mizu watches you talk into the phone, hearing your playful voice tease her, practically begging for a sliver of her.

“You wanna know about me?”, she coos back, mirroring your energy.

“Mmhm”, you answer, nodding in response, “Who is my mysterious caller?”

“Someone who’s interested in you.”

She gauges your reaction from above. You swing your leg back and forth, grinning at the floor again. You look up from the hallway tile floor, blush spreading across your cheeks.

“You’re…”, you lower you voice, almost whispering, “interested in me?”

Mizu hums again. Deep. Almost sweet as honey.

A little curious, she pushed for more.

“Why? You got a boyfriend waiting for your call?”, Mizu teases, pulling out her weapon, sharp and ready for murder.

“No, no girlfriend or anything.”

Oh.

Mizu freezes in place, completely taken aback by that response.

“Didn’t think I was into girls?”

Your voice rings in her head. Mizu snaps out of it, sheathing the blade as she peeks to see your reaction. You’re still standing in the empty hallway, smiling and continuing to twiddle with the phone, just waiting to be caught.

ghostface!mizu now even more interested in you, continues to toy and tease you over the phone, overwhelming you with interest.

ghostface!mizu positions herself by your window, ready to knock at your window as you continued to stick by the hallway phone.

“No, I just wanted to get to know who I’m looking at.”, she answers in a snarky tone.

Mizu looks down at you, squinting to get a closer look as your eyes widen, quickly darting around to find a sign of a living being. You grip the hallway phone for safety, scanning your surroundings before you speak into the device again.

“What did… you say?”

A shiver crawls up your spine. You heard that correctly, right?

Covered by the mask, a devilish smile spreads across Mizu’s face.

“I just wanted to get to know who I’m talking to.”

Deep down, your gut instantly knew that was not what she originally said.

“You... you didn’t say that.”, you point out as you double check your surroundings.

"You sure?"

From a late-night call to a creepy conversation, you were freaked out. It was all fun and games lying about your "favorite" activities, but this was getting a little too real. Being alone didn’t help your case, as you were now talking to a random stranger turned stalker.

On the other hand, Mizu stayed silent, watching you go crazy from above for the past 15 minutes. Mizu unsheathes her weapon, a silver blade that glistened a blue tint against the moonlight.

As fun as toying with you was, playtime’s over.

You hear a tap to the rhythm of "shave and a haircut" come from upstairs. You look up as you watch a door hang ajar, slightly swaying to the wind, its whistle now clear to you.

That was your bedroom. Your bedroom window to be exact.

"Your girlfriend is calling you.", you hear through the phone, teasing you. It's a much lower tone than the teasing voice you were talking to only 5 minutes ago.

You quickly smash the phone down, hoping it was just a prank call trying to creep random people out.

ghostface!mizu awaits in her hiding spot, waiting for your next move, as the whisper of the wind fills the silence.

ghostface!mizu rings your home phone once again, hearing the rings echo throughout the house. she takes another peek on you again to find you staring at the phone, ringing and ringing in front of you.

ghostface!mizu grins to watch you slowly reach for the phone, hesitating to pick it up and hear her voice again.

"Your girlfriend is waiting for your call."

You feel that same shiver crawl down your spine. Your gut is screaming one thing to your head: You're not alone.

You feel a pair of eyes watching you behind your back. Turning around, you only find darkness in your empty house.

Just put down the phone. Just put that shit down.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you.", the voice orders through the speaker.

You slowly pull the phone away, regardless of the warning, your eyes carefully watching outlines of the outside through the glass of the front door.

"I said don't hang up on me."

"And why should I listen?", you yell back.

Enough of these stupid games. Kids need fucking hobbies-

"Because I'm right behind you."

What.

ghostface!mizu is careful and quiet. so quiet that while you were distracted by the front door, you failed to check your blindspot: the staircase hidden in the dark.

ghostface!mizu holds the knife to your neck, letting the warmth of your body borderline bleed against the silver blade. smiling at her capture, she locks your right shoulder in place.

ghostface!mizu gets a closer look at you through the hallway mirror. not bad looking at all... maybe even one of the better-looking prey she's caught. it also helped you were wearing a little slip dress. you might as well have been wearing nothing.

"What do you want from me?"

"We can figure that out upstairs, pretty girl."

ghostface!mizu pushes you upstairs, step by step, the blade's tip teasing against the thin silk fabric, waiting for you to disobey her at every step you take

ghostface!mizu roughly pushes you onto your bed, her hands burning up in her glove as you look up in fear, maybe even in awe. Geez, you had prettier eyes than most she's seen this night.

"I'll do anything, just let me go to bed, please.", you beg.

It's sick, really. First, this random stranger talks and lowkey flirts with you, practically terrorizing you, and now they've locked the door and blocked the only exit, all the while calling you a pretty girl. You shouldn't even be remotely attracted to this person.

You feel their gloved hand, cruelly squeezing your burning cheeks. It's nasty how your stomach twists in fear... and attraction to their touch. Forced to look up at Mizu, you see a glimpse of their eyes through the mask.

Alluring ocean blue shining in the moonlight, focused, steady, patiently waiting for one wrong move from you.

"Anything?", Mizu coos, tilting her head as the blade presses down on your neck, letting go of your face as she forces you to lay down. Staring up, you let the moonlight help you assess your supposed killer.

Black from top to bottom, compression shirt emphasizing her lean body, prominent muscles down to the hips, and black baggy sweatpants to match.

You feel a knee in between your legs, pushing them apart. The mask inching so close to your face that you feel her breath.

"Be a good girl, will you?"

Deep down, you know you should be running away, planning to jump out the window, anything to escape. Yet the way their gloved hands caressed your cheeks, as the other hand rested the blade on your neck, made your stomach twist in a despicably good way.

You couldn't deny that her voice was enticing earlier, teasing you and playing along during your time on the phone together. You knew that was the core reason you kept up the act.

Well, that and the fact that she called you pretty.

Your body turning cold, you hummed in response.

"I w-will.", you say as you feel her knee gently hit your entrance.

It didn't help that you weren't wearing anything underneath that slip of yours.

You watched the masked figure slowly go down your body, one hand gently caressing your side, cupping your boob and squeezing it in pleasure, while the other dragged along your side, reminding you of the consequences of disobedience. They stop at your entrance, warm and dripping wet.

"You promise?", she teases, her knee further pushing against your dripping cavern.

Nodding profusely, Mizu hid the knife under the bed, as she pulled your body closer to her in hopes of getting all of your juices.

"I promise- ah..."

ghostface!mizu is glad you're such a pretty victim, obeying her every order as she scrunched up the lower half of your slip, gaining access to your dripping entrance, lapping in hopes of not leaving a single drop go to waste.

ghostface!mizu gauges your reaction as she enters one finger inside, and then two, and then three. every time, you always surprise her with how loud you get with every new digit entering your gummy walls. she gets even excited when you yelp at every time your fingers curl.

ghostface!mizu patiently waits for your hips to start acting out against your twisted, messed-up mind. with every squeeze of your hips, you feel them move on their own against her tongue, reaching deeper with every thrust in and out as she strategically placed her hands on your hips, guiding them along the way.

ghostface!mizu pulls back from the grinding to blow against your clit, making your cries 10x louder, before going back to face grinding

ghostface!mizu goes back for seconds, forgetting about her victim's death as her tongue swirled around your stimulated clit, making your head confuse itself in the chaos, fear, and pleasure of it all.

ghostface!mizu looks above to watch your chest fall up and down with every flick of her tongue, further pushing her to bring you close to your orgasm. she feels your entrance continue to pour out liquid, lubricating your burning hot entrance as your hips rode the lower half of her face. her upper half manages to keep the mask on.

ghostface!mizu feels your hips slow down, thus moving you back down on the bed. what she doesn't realize is you kissing her in the process, sharing the stickiness with you.

ghostface!mizu pauses in front of you, cursing to herself how pretty you are, before tearing off the mask completely and going back for another kiss, needy for your touch as the knife dances down your spine.

"You're being so good for me, angel.", Mizu coos, deepening the kiss with you.

Pulling away from the kiss, you feel the sharp point of the dagger poking your back.

"What a shame, you're just so delicious pretty girl."

The sharp pain of something entering behind you takes over, distracting you from the sweet talk you witnessed in front of you. As you push forward, your lips lock with hers one last time, before you feel a gush of liquid run outside your back.

You pull away one last time, getting a glimpse of her devilish smile sprawled across her face, and her eyes glowing in the midnight, before blacking out to your death.

[gretavanflame]

Baby Breathe

Jake Kiszka x Reader (f)

Cw: SMUT including: vulgar phone sex, use of pet names, mutual masturbation, rough penetration, technically exhibitionism but like not really I swear, slight pining

Word Count: 1.4k

“Hey baby” his voice is a low whisper, sounding gravely over the phone and quiet enough not to be heard by the other boys on the tour bus. 

“Hey Jake!” You blink the sleep from your eyes, sitting up to lean against the wall.

“I miss you so much.”

Jake closes his eyes, a smile creeping on his face as he hears your sleepy mumble. 

“I miss you too.” He sighs, sounding tired as well. He pauses. You can hear his breathing, and it sounds like he’s just walked up a long flight of stairs.

“What time is it for you, cupcake?” 

“Umm…” You check your phone screen. “Almost 12 am here.”

“Oh shit-” he chuckles. He sounds exhausted and his deep voice is a steady rumble. “I didn’t mean to make you stay up late. Please forgive me.”

You giggle at his charm and the way he so effortlessly makes you smitten. 

“What time is it for you?” 

“It’s almost 2. We just got back, but I wanted to call you before I went to bed.”

You hear him shift on the tour bus cot. 

“I miss you so fucking much y/n. You know that right?”

“Of course I do. I miss you so much. The house just feels so empty without you. Are you doing okay? You sound tired.”

“Yeah we’re all good here- just a long day is all. Wanted to talk to my favorite girl.”

You roll over to the side of your bed, holding the phone right up to your ear in the pitch black room, smiling so hard you feel like your lips might fall off. 

“Well I want to talk to my favorite boy.”

You wait for his response, closing your eyes to conjure up an image of your sweet man when you hear something that grabs your attention. A moan- the softest sound, drifting gracefully off his tongue. You freeze, positive you’ve imagined it but straining your ears to hear it again. After just a beat, it comes- this time with a sort of desperate breathy quality. Your thighs clamp together. 

“What are you wearing?” he chokes, sounding half desperate.

“I’m just wearing underwear” you lie, turning on your back as your legs fall open. “The black lace one you got me before you left.”

“Fuck.” he whispers.

You hear something wet. Something slick, moving slowly to a steady beat. It’s so quiet over the phone that you hold your breath just to hear it.

“Take them off,��� he demands cooly. 

You quickly slide the panties down your legs, letting them fall to the floor. Your legs spread in anticipation. 

“Touch your tits baby. Just squeeze and pinch those nipples for me.”

You do as you're told, sliding your hand up your tank top to touch and squeeze yourself.

“Spread your legs y/n” Jake groans.

“I already am.”

“Goodgirl.” 

You feel a rush of heat to your core.

“I want you to open the drawer, and pull out your little dildo. Tell me when you’ve done that, okay?”

“Okay” you reply promptly, eager, as if responding to him is as instinctive as breathing.

You open the drawer, searching blindly until your hand reaches silicone.

“I’ve got it.”

“Give it a kiss.”

You bring the toy to your mouth, kissing the spot just under its tip, just how Jake likes it. You imagine his cock twitching in your mouth- the precum mixing with your saliva, making the hot, pink skin shine. 

“I bet you look so fucking sexy right now. Alone is bed already riled up just because of the sound of my voice. I bet you want me y/n” he states, leaving no room for disagreement, although there wouldn’t have been anyway.

“I want you so fucking bad Jakey. When you get home, I need you to fuck me right away so I don’t have wait any longer for your cock.”

He lets a whimper slip out before quickly regaining his footing.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard that all you won’t be able to sit for a week. I wanna feel you stretch around me, squeeze me till I fucking burst.” A tiny, “fuck” followed by a moan. “My hand doesn’t feel as good as your pretty, little, pussy.” 

His hand works over himself faster now, breath becoming louder. 

“Put it in your mouth.”

You lick the underside of the dildo, momentarily forgetting that it isn’t actually him before you rest in on your tongue, sliding into your mouth.

“Imagine it's me. Suck my cock baby. Suck it real nice and deep.”

You push it in an inch deeper, eyes shutting tight when a small gag forces its way from your throat.

“Good job baby. You sound so fucking good. My cock hurts.”

“I wanna suck on it Jakey.”

You bite your lip, listening to the sounds of him stroking his wet cock thinking about you.

“Fuck yourself with it y/n. Just slide it right in.”

You bring the dildo down to your entrance, running it up and down to gather up slick. You nudge the head in, moving it in circles before your body opens up to let it inside. When it pops in, you gasp suddenly before sighing out a long moan. 

You push it in slowly. Taking it inch by inch as it stretches you out.

“I bet it doesn't make you feel as full as I do. I wish it was me who could fuck you in two right now. I wanna fucking break you.” he groans low and long, his hand working rapidly.

You pick up speed, bottoming out the toy and fucking yourself along to the rhythm of his movements. You feel the pleasure start to build up and soon small moans and pants escape you.

“Fuck yourself harder for me, cupcake” he spits the name out like a curse, gaining speed as he pulls himself closer along from the sound of your pathetic moans.

You push the toy in fast, faster, and then as fast and deep as it can go. You feel your leg begin to shake as you teeter on the edge.

“Touch your clit too. You think you can do that? Think you can fuck yourself and stroke that pink little clit all at the same time?”

You moan as your thumb swipes over your aching clit with every thrust of your hand. You feel yourself so close- white hot with tension.

“Keep talking Jake. Please” you cry.

“You wanna hear my voice? Does it make you so fucking wet. I can feel how you taste. If I close my eyes and imagine. You’re so sweet y/n, that’s why you're my little cupcake. And when I get back home, I’m not letting you out of my sight. I’m just gonna fuck you over and over again until I get bored, and maybe then, I’ll have you touch yourself, just like this, right in front of me while I just watch.”

You gasp and moan shakily as your hips twitch and shake. You’re so close that if you just-

“Cum.”

It explodes inside you. Your stomach tightens and contracts, legs shaking as you chant his name over and over again in a hushed whisper. You curl your toes and your mouth falls open as your hand thrusts the dildo harder and harder into your poor, convulsing pussy. 

You hear a loud grunt followed by a sigh and little shudders that make you worry that he’ll be heard. He lets out a long exhale and you picture his cum dripping down the side of his knuckles.

Your own breath starts to even out as you come down. Your legs finally settle themselves over the sheets.

You lay your head back, resting it as a huge smile spreads across your face.

“That was amazing Jake. I love you so much.”

You pause for a second before being met with the soft sound of snoring. Your heart swells as you pull the phone away from your ear to look at his profile picture. Poor baby probably had the longest day of his life but still made time to talk to you. 

You rest the phone gently on the bed while you go to the bathroom to clean up. When you come back, you place the phone on your nightstand and allow yourself to fall asleep to the sound of Jake’s breathing. 

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Marigold Margins

oneshot

Tim drake x Fem!reader, Established relationship, period comfort

notes: made this cause I was having terrible period cramps

word count: 4.4 K

rating: G

Warnings: None :)

The penthouse was unusually quiet when Tim returned home well past midnight. The board meeting had dragged endlessly, but your morning message calling in sick had lingered in his thoughts all day. A simple "Can't make it in" followed by a string of crying emojis had been unlike your usual professional demeanor.

The bedroom was dark save for the faint city lights filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. A mountain of blankets on the bed shifted slightly at his entrance, and he noticed the usually neat space was scattered with tell-tale signs of your day: empty tea mugs, a half-eaten pack of crackers, and what appeared to be a hot water bottle peeking out from the blanket pile.

"Baby?" Tim's voice was barely above a whisper. A muffled groan emerged from the blanket fortress. "Oh, sweetheart." His hand traced the outline of your form beneath the layers.

"I want to cease existing," came your pitiful declaration from somewhere within the cocoon. "Everything hurts. My back feels like someone's trying to fold me in half backwards."

"Not on my watch," he murmured, amusement threading through his concern. "Have you taken anything today?"

"Ibuprofen. Twice. Barely touched it." You shifted, and he caught a glimpse of your pale face in the dim light. "The cramps woke me up at three AM. Couldn't even stand straight enough to make it to the office."

Tim's expression softened. He knew how much you hated missing work, how seriously you took your position. For you to call in, it must have been truly unbearable.

"Why didn't you call me earlier?" He was already shrugging off his suit jacket, mind cycling through ways to help.

"You had the board meeting. The expansion plans." Your voice was muffled again as you burrowed deeper into the blankets. "I didn't want to... distract..."

"Hey," his tone grew firm, "your wellbeing is never a distraction."

He located the heated blanket, plugging it in and carefully arranging it over your curled form. The medicine cabinet in the bathroom yielded extra strength painkillers, and he filled a glass of water.

"Here," he offered both to you. "Small sips."

You emerged just enough to take the medicine, and he noticed the slight sheen of sweat on your forehead, the way you winced at even the small movement.

"I'm going to run you a bath - the really hot kind you like. And then I'm calling Indi."

"Why Indi?" you mumbled, already curling back into your nest.

"Because last time this happened, she brought that special tea blend that actually helped. And because she'll kill me if I don't let her know you're suffering."

A weak laugh escaped you. "You're too good to me."

"Just good enough," he corrected softly, pressing his lips to what he hoped was your forehead through the blankets. "Try to rest. I'll be right back."

In the bathroom, he started filling the oversized tub, adding the lavender bath salts you kept for especially rough days. His phone was already out, typing a message to Indi:

To: Indi

Message: Monthly visitor hit hard. She's in rough shape. Any chance you still have that tea blend?

The response was immediate:

From: Indi

Message: I’ll be there first thing in the morning with supplies. Tell her to hang in there. Making her favorite soup too.

Tim smiled slightly, grateful not for the first time for your support system. He returned to the bedroom, finding you had migrated slightly toward the edge of the bed.

"Bath's almost ready. Think you can make it?"

"If you help me?" Your voice was small, vulnerable in a way you rarely allowed yourself to be at work.

"Always," he promised, already moving to assist you. "Indi's on her way with reinforcements."

"Mm, you love me."

"Yes," he said simply, helping you stand. "I do."

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In the morning, the sun had just barely crested over the horizon and you were bundled up in Tim's oversized Gotham University hoodie and a pair of well-worn sweatpants. The familiar scent of his laundry detergent mixed with the persistent aroma of Indi's infamous liver soup - a "family recipe" she swore by during these times. You were curled into the corner of the plush sectional, looking absolutely miserable as your sister wielded a spoon like a weapon.

"Come on," Indi coaxed, the soup spoon hovering dangerously close to your face. Dick was perched on the arm of the couch beside her, poorly concealing his amusement at the scene. "It's good for you!"

Tim, settled in the armchair nearby, let out a poorly suppressed snicker at your expression of absolute betrayal.

"If it's so amazing, why don't you all-" your indignant protest was cut short as Indi, ever the opportunist, shoved the spoon into your open mouth. Her triumphant "Ha!" echoed through the penthouse.

"You need the iron," she insisted, already preparing another spoonful. "Your color's terrible."

"It tastes like sadness and betrayal," you whined, pulling Tim's hoodie up to cover half your face. "Why can't I just take iron supplements like a normal person?"

"Because," Indi started, her voice taking on that familiar lecturing tone, "this is Grandma's recipe. It helped me, it helped Scarlet, and it's going to help you."

Dick leaned forward, his expression sympathetic but clearly entertained. "You know she's not going to give up, right? I've seen this exact scene play out with Babs."

"Traitor," you muttered, but accepted another spoonful with minimal resistance. "You're supposed to be on my side."

"I'm on the side of not having my girlfriend worry herself sick about her baby sister," Dick countered smoothly.

Tim watched the exchange with soft eyes, noting how even in your misery, there was something comforting about the familiar family dynamic. Your phone buzzed - probably Scarlet checking in for the hundredth time today.

"How about this," Tim offered, "three more spoonfuls and we can watch that terrible reality show you pretend not to love."

Your eyes narrowed at him over the hoodie. "Five episodes?"

"Three."

"Four, and you don't complain about the drama."

"Deal," he conceded, earning an approving nod from Indi.

"See?" Indi beamed, "Compromise! Now open up for the airplane..."

"I will literally fire all of you," you threatened weakly, but opened your mouth anyway.

Dick's laugh was warm. "Pretty sure you can't fire me. Indi and I don't even work with you and Tim is literally your boss,"

"I'll find a way," you mumbled around another spoonful of soup, but there was no heat in it. Just the comfort of being surrounded by people who cared enough to force-feed you liver soup and negotiate reality TV treaties.

Tim's hand found yours under the blanket, squeezing gently. Another spoonful down, two to go, and then maybe - just maybe - you'd admit that the soup was helping. But not out loud. Never out loud. You had a reputation to maintain, after all.

"Last bite," Indi announced triumphantly, wielding the spoon like a victory flag. "And then my work here is done."

You swallowed dramatically, collapsing back against the couch cushions. "If I die, tell Scarlet it was Indi's soup that did it."

"Drama queen," Dick teased, but he was already reaching for the remote. "Which trashy show are we subjecting ourselves to tonight?"

"Real Housewives of Gotham," you and Indi said in unison, causing Tim to groan softly.

"You promised not to complain," you reminded him, shifting to rest your head against his shoulder as he moved to join you on the couch. The heating pad was still warm against your abdomen, and his presence was steadying.

"I'm not complaining," Tim defended, adjusting the blanket around you. "I'm just... expressing concern about your taste in television."

Indi bustled around the kitchen, cleaning up the soup aftermath and preparing what sounded like tea. Dick had somehow produced a bag of chocolate-covered almonds from somewhere - your favorite guilty pleasure snack that you were pretty sure Tim had started keeping stocked just for these occasions.

Your phone buzzed again:

From: Scarlet

Message: Soup status? Did they get it into you? Don't make me come over there.

To: Scarlet

Message: Mission accomplished. Your evil minions succeeded.

From: Scarlet

Message: Good girl. Rest up. Love you.

"Scarlet checking in?" Tim asked softly, his fingers absently running through your hair.

"Mmhmm. Making sure the torture was successful." You nestled closer, the combination of warmth, full stomach, and pain medication making you drowsy.

"Here," Indi returned with mugs of her special tea blend. "This should help with the cramping."

"If it tastes anything like the soup..." you started to protest, but Indi's stern look silenced you.

"It's peppermint and ginger. Maybe a few other things. Family secret." She settled back next to Dick, who immediately draped his arm around her shoulders.

The show started playing, its familiar dramatic intro music filling the penthouse. Tim's hand hadn't stopped its gentle motion through your hair, and you could feel yourself starting to drift despite the theatrical arguing on screen.

"You can sleep," Tim murmured, just for you. "We won't tell the Housewives."

"'m not sleeping," you protested weakly. "Just resting my eyes."

Dick's soft chuckle suggested he didn't believe you either, but you were too comfortable to argue. The pain had dulled to a manageable ache, and the familiar voices of your favorite guilty pleasure show mixed with the quiet conversation between Indi and Dick.

"Thank you," you whispered to Tim, not sure if he heard it.

But his gentle kiss to your temple suggested he had.

The last thing you registered before drifting off was Indi's voice: "Dick, don't you dare tell Bruce about the soup recipe. Some things need to stay in the family."

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Consciousness returned slowly, accompanied by the gentle hum of familiar voices. The penthouse - usually your and Tim's quiet sanctuary - had transformed into what could only be described as organized chaos. Tim was still asleep beside you, his breathing deep and even, one arm protectively draped over your middle where the heating pad had slipped.

The scene unfolding before you was like something from a Renaissance painting of domestic life. In the kitchen, Alfred and Indi were deep in conversation, recipe cards spread between them like battle plans. Alfred's eyes twinkled as your sister demonstrated what looked suspiciously like the proper way to dice vegetables.

"Master Timothy always did prefer the carrots julienned," Alfred was saying, his fond smile evident in his tone.

Near the window, Jason and Dick's hushed argument with Damian had something to do with proper gaming console setups - their gestures becoming increasingly elaborate while trying to maintain their whispered volume.

"Pennyworth's setup is clearly superior," Damian insisted, arms crossed.

"Yeah, if you're living in 1995," Jason countered.

Stephanie and Cass had claimed the bar stools, systematically working their way through what appeared to be Alfred's special triple chocolate brownies. They shared knowing looks each time they successfully nabbed another piece without drawing attention.

Your baby sister Petal had commandeered a corner of the room, her easel set up to capture the whole scene. Her tongue poked out slightly in concentration - a habit she'd had since childhood - as she mixed colors on her palette. The morning light caught her dark hair, making the purple streaks she'd recently added shimmer.

Bruce and your mom had claimed the comfortable armchairs by the window, sharing what looked like coffee and quiet laughter. Your mom's eyes crinkled at the corners the way they always did when she was truly relaxed, and Bruce's usual stern demeanor had softened considerably.

"I swear," your mom was saying, "teenagers are the same whether they're vigilantes or not."

"Tell me about it," Bruce replied with a knowing smile.

Near the dining room, Barbara was patiently explaining something about the smart home system to Duke, who looked both impressed and slightly overwhelmed.

"So you're saying Tim basically built his own AI?" Duke whispered.

"More or less," Babs confirmed. "Though don't let him hear you call it that. He's very specific about the terminology."

You couldn't help the warm feeling spreading through your chest at the sight of both your families so naturally intertwined. Pressing a soft kiss to Tim's neck, you felt him stir slightly.

"The cavalry arrived while we were asleep," you hummed against his skin, watching his eyes flutter open.

"Mm," he mumbled, taking in the scene. "Alfred's here. That explains why it smells edible."

"I heard that, Master Timothy," Alfred called from the kitchen, not even turning around.

You stifled a laugh against Tim's shoulder as he had the grace to look slightly sheepish. Your phone buzzed - another text from Scarlet:

From: Scarlet

Message: Stuck at the shop but Harkin insists on sending you his latest masterpiece. [Picture attached: a somewhat abstract crayon drawing of what might be you, surrounded by what appears to be every color in the crayon box]

To: Scarlet

Message: It's beautiful. Tell my favorite nephew he's definitely getting extra cookies next visit.

"How are you feeling?" Tim asked softly, his hand finding yours under the blanket.

Before you could answer, your mom's voice carried across the room: "Don't let her tell you she's fine, Timothy. She always says she's fine."

"Mom!" you protested, but there was no heat in it.

"She's right, you know," Tim murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. "You always say you're fine."

The smell of fresh bread suddenly wafted through the penthouse, making your stomach growl traitorously. Alfred and Indi shared a knowing look.

"Perfect timing," Alfred declared. "Master Timothy, if you would assist in setting the table? I believe we'll need the extended leaves for this gathering."

Your attempt to help was immediately shut down by no less than three people.

"Don't you dare," Indi warned, wielding a wooden spoon threateningly.

"Sit," Tim commanded gently, untangling himself from you.

"TT. Drake's companion should rest," Damian added, surprising everyone. When they stared, he shrugged. "Pennyworth says so."

Your mom approached with a fresh mug of tea, settling beside you on the couch. "How's my baby really feeling?"

"Better," you admitted, accepting the tea. "The soup helped. Don't tell Indi."

"Your secret's safe with me." She smoothed your hair back, just like she used to when you were little. "Though I think everyone knows by now. Family recipe and all."

The word 'family' caught you, making you look around the room again. Bruce was now helping Tim with the table, their movements synchronized from years of practice. Jason had somehow been roped into helping Alfred plate food, though he kept stealing bites when he thought no one was looking. Petal had convinced Cass to pose for a quick sketch, while Stephanie offered increasingly ridiculous pose suggestions.

"Speaking of family," your mom's voice was careful, measured. "Bruce and I were talking..."

"Mom," you warned, knowing that tone.

"Just hear me out. The penthouse is lovely, but that Manor has so much space. And Alfred mentioned something about the guest house being renovated..."

You nearly choked on your tea. "Are you and Bruce trying to get us to move to the Manor?"

"It would be practical," Bruce chimed in, apparently having bat-hearing when it came to Manor-related conversations. "Shorter commute for both of you."

"And closer to family," your mom added.

"We're literally having this conversation while everyone's here in our penthouse," you pointed out.

"The Manor has a better security system," Tim contributed, earning him a betrayed look.

"Et tu, Timothy?"

He raised his hands in surrender, but you could see the consideration in his eyes. Before you could protest further, Alfred announced that lunch was ready.

The spread was impressive - fresh bread, three different soups (including a conspicuous absence of liver), and what looked like enough food to feed a small army. Which, given the current occupancy of your penthouse, seemed appropriate.

"I can't believe you're all conspiring about real estate while I'm vulnerable," you grumbled, but allowed Tim to help you to the table.

"Master Timothy," Alfred said as he placed a bowl of your favorite soup in front of you, "perhaps we should also mention the plans for the greenhouse?"

Your eyes lit up despite yourself. Tim shot Alfred a look that clearly said 'traitor.'

"Greenhouse?" you asked, interest piqued.

"I was going to mention it when you were feeling better," Tim admitted. "Bruce suggested we might want to restore the east greenhouse. It's got good light for your herbs..."

"And it's right next to the guest house," Bruce added innocently.

"You're all impossible," you declared, but you were smiling.

Your phone buzzed again:

From: Scarlet

Message: They're trying to get you to move to the Manor aren't they? Mom just texted me. I vote yes. Better security.

To: Scarlet

Message: Traitor

The family meal continued around you, conversations overlapping, laughter filling the space. Tim's hand found yours under the table, squeezing gently.

"We don't have to decide anything now," he murmured.

"I know." You leaned against him slightly. "But maybe... maybe we could look at the greenhouse?"

His smile was worth the chorus of triumphant looks from both your families. 

You were watching Jason pass by your seat when something caught your eye - a familiar glint of metal on his key ring. Beside his motorcycle key and what you recognized as his Manor key hung a delicate rose pendant... and a very familiar brass key that you'd seen countless times at Scarlet's flower shop.

"When did you get a key to Scarlet's shop?" The question left your mouth before you could stop it, casual but pointed.

Jason froze mid-step, his expression flickering for just a split second - but long enough for you to catch it. Years of training with the Bats couldn't quite hide the deer-in-headlights look that crossed his face.

The pieces suddenly clicked into place.

"YOU'RE THE MYSTERY GUY!" The synchronized shout from you, Indi, and Petal made several people jump. Dick actually choked on his water.

"The one who's been leaving the poetry books?" Indi gasped.

"And the vintage botanical prints?" Petal added, her paintbrush forgotten mid-stroke.

"The reason she's been humming love songs while arranging flowers?" You finished, watching Jason's composure crack further with each accusation.

Tim's eyebrows had shot up so high they were practically in his hairline. "Jason, you've been dating Scarlet?"

"I... we..." Jason ran a hand through his hair, a rare sign of nervousness. "It's not... we were going to tell everyone..."

"When?" Bruce asked, looking both amused and intrigued.

"Eventually," Jason muttered.

Your phone was already in your hand:

To: Scarlet

Message: JASON TODD?!?! THE POETRY BOOKS WERE FROM JASON?!

The response was almost immediate:

From: Scarlet

Message: ...I can explain?

Message: Actually no I can't. Surprise? 😅

Message: DO NOT TERRORIZE HIM I SWEAR TO GOD

"How long?" you demanded, turning back to Jason who was now looking increasingly like he wanted to jump out the nearest window.

"Six months," he admitted finally.

"SIX MONTHS?!" The collective exclamation made him wince.

"Does this mean Jason is going to be our brother-in-law?" Petal asked innocently, making Jason choke on air.

Your mother gave Indi a pointed look. She was glaring daggers through Jason's back with a protective older sister aura that made her seem like the biggest threat in the room – which, considering the present company of vigilantes, was quite an achievement.

"Indigo..." Your mom spoke in a warning tone. Indi tore her gaze away from Jason's backside.

"You can't blame me for being cautious," Indi mumbled, fingers tapping an agitated rhythm against her thigh. "Last guy she was with knocked her up and left."

"Maybe that's why Scarlet didn't tell us," you murmured under your breath. The moment the words left your mouth, you saw Indi's expression shift from anger to understanding, her shoulders dropping slightly.

Your mother placed a gentle hand on her eldest daughter's shoulder and guided her toward the kitchen for a private discussion. Left in the aftermath, you looked up at Jason and offered an apologetic smile.

"Sorry. Indi is just... protective. She doesn't show it often, but you didn't just come into one of her sisters' lives – you're in her nephew's life too." You explained, watching Jason's expression carefully. "And well, Scarlet didn't let us hunt down her ex." You lowered your voice to add, "Not that it stopped me."

Tim quirked a brow at you, and you felt your cheeks warm slightly. "I may have gotten him blacklisted in most of Gotham's elite circles?"

Tim let out an amused chuckle, not at all surprised you'd basically doxxed the guy. His arm tightened around you slightly – proud, not disapproving.

"Well, if I see the guy on the street it's on sight," Jason grumbled, his jaw set in a way that suggested he meant every word. The declaration made you and Petal both smile.

"That's enough for a seal of approval from me," you declared, then turned to your youngest sister. "What about you, Rose?"

Petal nodded with all the gravity of a supreme court justice delivering a verdict. "Agreed, sister." She leaned over toward Damian, whispering something that made him roll his eyes but nod nonetheless.

The sight made your chest swell with pride. If you hadn't gotten that job under Tim a few years back, none of this would have happened. Your families would have never merged into this beautiful chaos. Damian and Petal would never have become best friends (though Damian insisted Rose was "delusional" even while being first in line at her art galleries). Dick and Indi might never have found each other – and now they were planning her upcoming tour together, Dick already committed to joining her on the road.

Your eyes drifted to Bruce and your mom, who had been suspiciously meeting for lunch lately. They thought they were being subtle, dodging questions with practiced ease, but you and your sisters had your theories. The way they gravitated toward each other, sharing private smiles over coffee cups, hadn't gone unnoticed.

And now Jason and Scarlet. Your phone buzzed again:

From: Scarlet

Message: Is the coast clear yet? Did Indi go full protective mode?

Message: Also please tell me you didn't mention the poetry he writes me 

To: Scarlet

Message: HE WRITES YOU POETRY?! 

Message: This keeps getting better 😈

You watched as Jason's phone buzzed, and his eyes widened slightly – no doubt getting a warning message from Scarlet about the poetry revelation.

Eventually, Indi returned, her expression softer but no less intense. She pulled Jason aside for what appeared to be both an apology and a series of creative threats about what would happen if he hurt her sister or nephew. From your angle, you could see Jason's expression shift from wary to respectful – recognizing and appreciating the fierce protection of family.

Your phone buzzed one final time:

From: Scarlet

Message: For what it's worth... he makes us really happy. Both of us.

Message: And Harkin adores him. Says he's cooler than Spider-Man now

Message: Just... don't let Indi scare him off? Please?

"How's Kori, Babs?" You looked over at Barbara who smiled warmly at the mention of her girlfriend. The way her whole face lit up never failed to make you happy – especially after everything they'd been through to get where they are now.

"She's doing good," Barbara's eyes sparkled with affection. "Actually, she's presenting at the National Astronomy Conference next week. She's been practicing her speech for days – keeps worrying her English isn't 'sufficiently academic.'" The air quotes made you chuckle.

"As if anyone could question her credentials," Dick chimed in from where he sat with Indi. "She literally navigates by starlight."

"Tell her I still want those space cookies she promised," Jason called out, then immediately looked like he regretted drawing attention to himself as Indi's protective gaze snapped back to him.

"Space... cookies?" your mom asked, looking both intrigued and slightly concerned.

"They're these amazing cookies Kori makes using a Tamaranean recipe," Tim explained. "They literally sparkle and somehow taste like stardust – if stardust was delicious."

"And completely safe for human consumption," Barbara added quickly, seeing your mom's expression. "Alfred helped her adapt the recipe."

"Indeed," Alfred confirmed from the kitchen. "Though I must say, some of the substitutions were quite... creative. Earth cinnamon is apparently a reasonable alternative to pulverized meteor dust."

"Scarlet's been trying to convince her to let us sell them at the shop," Jason mentioned, then immediately looked like he wished he could take the words back as everyone's attention returned to the revelation of his relationship.

"You've been hanging out at the shop?" Petal's eyes narrowed. "Is that why there've been fresh flowers in the Manor greenhouse?"

Jason's slight blush was all the confirmation needed.

"Kori's been teaching Jason the language of flowers," Barbara supplied helpfully, earning a betrayed look from Jason. "What? Kori told me. She thinks it's romantic."

"The fearsome Red Hood, learning Victorian flower meanings," Dick grinned. "Never thought I'd see the day."

"Shut it, Grayson," Jason growled, but there was no real heat in it. "At least I don't write songs about Indi's eyes in the middle of patrol."

Now it was Dick's turn to blush as Indi turned to him with delighted surprise. "You write songs about my eyes?"

"I... that was supposed to be private, Jay," Dick muttered, but he was smiling as Indi pressed a kiss to his cheek.

Your phone buzzed again:

From: Scarlet  

Message: JASON KNOWS FLOWER LANGUAGES NOW?! 

Message: Is that why my latest bouquets have been so specific??

Message: Tell him if the red carnations meant what I think they meant, then yes 🥰

To: Scarlet  

Message: You two are disgustingly cute. I'm telling Indi.

From: Scarlet  

Message: DON'T YOU DARE

Message: ...but also maybe tell her he's learning it properly? She always said a guy should know what he's saying with flowers...

"Scarlet says yes, by the way," you told Jason quietly, watching his face soften in a way you'd never seen before. "To whatever the red carnations meant."

The smile that spread across his face was enough to make even Indi's protective stance relax slightly.

"What did they mean?" Petal asked innocently.

"None of your business, Rosebud," Jason replied, but his voice was gentle.

"'My heart aches for you,'" your mom supplied casually, not looking up from her phone. When everyone stared at her, she shrugged. "What? I dated a florist in college. Some things stick with you."

You looked up at your expanding, complicated, beautiful family. Tim caught your eye and smiled, somehow knowing exactly what you were thinking.

"Pretty amazing, isn't it?" he murmured, just for you.

"Yeah," you agreed, watching as Alfred began distributing fresh cups of tea, as Bruce helped your mom with something on her phone, as Damian and Petal bent their heads together over her sketchbook, as Dick pulled Indi into a comforting embrace, as Jason typed what was probably a very apologetic message to Scarlet. "Pretty amazing.”

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[notpixl]

Beauty amidst Terror

Chapter 1: The Meeting

Summary:

You get called by The Knave for an important matter.

You recall the various memories during your stay in the House of the Hearth.

Did you mess up?

Did something happen?

Did someone cause trouble?

Or could it be the possibility that…

You’re getting fired?

Only one way to find out…

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Notes:

Multi-part fic since I don’t want you all to be scrolling down

And uh…

Enjoy? I guess…?

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Tags: GN!Reader, I know this looks like it came from ao3, I’ll crosspost this on ao3 and wattpad once all the chapters are done trust, Arlecchino/Reader, Reader is not Traveller, Reader is a Doctor, established relationship, Navia is ur bestie, Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet are wingbuddies, NAVIA AS WINGWOMAN, the children have names, I want her to smooch and kiss me and hug and and an, no beta we die like Tingyun, gap moe probably??? I might be lying once this is finished

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“For the fifth time, Romeo…”

You gently pour Betadine on the kid’s knee, earning a yelp from the latter.

“Why do you insist on running around the house?”

“What else am I supposed to for the afternoon, sleep?”

The boy crosses his arms, clearly annoyed.

A sigh escapes your lips before patting their head.

“You come here one more time you’ll be having The Knave treat your injuries, okay?”

“…”

That’s one way to shut them up.

After covering his knee with dressing you stand up from your kneeling position, dusting your coat off before leading them to their room.

“Just… play with your toys. Read a book or something.”

You close the door, leaving you with the somewhat empty hallways of the Hearth.

Granted there were the maids and employees but you didn’t want to initiate- let alone start a conversation…

But aside from Socializing there’s other things to worry about!

Such as locking up the Clinic now that your shift is ove-

“Doctor?”

You stood still for a second, unresponsive.

“…doctor?”

“If I wasn’t used to your antics I’d be dead on the floor, Lynette…”

“Mm… is that why it took you a bit to respond?”

You turn to look at her, immediately noticing the bandaid on her cheek.

“…yes.”

She points at the bandaid, her expression still the same.

“Don’t worry. I did the steps necessary. Just like you said.”

You cross your arms, an eyebrow raised.

“Disinfectant as well?”

“Mm.”

A smile escapes your lips as you ruffle her hair, earning a silent pur.

“Father told me to escort you to her Office.”

“I-Is that so…?”

You nervously retract your arm in response to that information.

You? Being called by The Knave?

S-surely you didn’t do anything bad, right?

“Mm. Follow me.”

Lynette guides you to her Father’s Office, unconsciously walking beside her since you’re already being plagued with multiple questions and thoughts.

Was it the way you treated those kids Were the playful threats too much? Could it be the medicine you used? Maybe it’s you sometimes showing up late- No that shouldn’t be it…

Maybe… a raise-

No… doubt that’d happen…

…fired, maybe?

*Knock! Knock! Knock!*

“Come in.”

Lynette steps aside, being met with The Knave facing her back towards you.

The door shuts tight.

It’s just you and her.

There’s a sofa in front of her desk which beckons you to come closer.

But you have manners.

“Sit.”

You walked rather… slow? As if you’re prepared for any news you’ll be receiving this afternoon…

At least the sofa feels comfy.

Wait why’re you even thinking about that-

“…How’s your stay?”

“Uh… n-nice, I guess…”

Great. You’re stuttering. What a way to start, you.

“How were the kids?”

You gulp.

“Some are… manageable. Some need sweets… and some need a… little visit from The Knave…”

There’s a… slight pause.

“How are you feeling?”

“…Kind of tired? But I’ll be fine.”

“Even after hundreds upon hundreds of children dashing towards your Clinic?”

“Like I said… some are manageable… some need a little treat… and some definitely need a visit from-

“Me.”

“Yes…”

“Why?”

Oh now that is… tricky.

You look at your hands resting on your lap, unsure of what to say.

Oh screw it, you’re in too deep anyway.

“Because you look frightening.”

…

“Mm.”

A long silence ensues.

“Look at me.”

Your eyes slowly look up…

To meet those menacing- no, hypnotizing eyes of hers.

Trying to look at The Knave of all people is already a difficult task.

As if you shouldn’t even think of doing that.

But remaining eye contact with her?

You’ll be dead on the spot.

*Snap!*

“Are you still awake?”

“I- w-what…?”

You repeatedly blink, gaining your senses back.

“Good.”

Should you be scared?

Aroused?

Maybe even both??

“I’ll repeat it again.”

The Knave points at herself.

“Do I look frightening…?”

You stammer.

“N-no… to me at least.”

“…?”

That look of hers tells you to go on.

Not like you had any choice anyway.

“While others might look at you with fear or dread in mind… I fortunately got to see the… Beauty amidst this…”

“Go on.”

“…amidst this terrifying face of yours.”

The last part took… practically everything just to say it.

“…Leave.”

You picked yourself up and bolted away from The Knave’s sights, making sure to close the door quietly.

The fervent beats of your heart occupied your ears as you lean on the wall, shivering.

…

Wait…

Come to think of it…

Wasn’t that a compliment…?

You just flat out said that The Knave’s face is pretty!

You know what? Forget it. You should at least focus on getting out of here and not worry about interpretation…

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Chat trust me on this I have it… somewhat planned out

I just want you all to have a peak instead of waiting a month huhu

It’ll end with the most sloppiest toppiest make out sessi

💥

🪦

[the-sappho-of-lesbos]

Massive rant

I feel like I never know who to talk to about this because I feel like their default response is always “sexuality is fluid ! It’s okay to be bisexual!!” When that isn’t at all what I need

I get so in my head about my lesbianism at times. I get really confused too. I think it’s solely my OCD honestly but it’s still really hard.

I was talking to my gf the other day about how I often feel like I’m lying about being a lesbian and I’m in all ways other then romantically and sexually being into men bisexual. Which makes NO SENSE. I’m not sexually attracted to men. I’m not romantically attracted to men. Obviously when I was little and a teen and confused about myself I had moments where I thought I was romantically into men but that was only because I stupidly assumed any positive feeling I had towards a man meant I was attracted to him and any attraction I felt towards a woman was just because I felt positively about her. Like I had around all the wrong way.

I just get so worried that maybe I’m lying or maybe I’ll one day discover I actually am attracted to men. And like it’s not the prospect of being bisexual that’s upsetting. If I find out I’m bisexual then I find out it won’t change anything. It’s more this confusion I have over why I’m so hyper vigilant over it.

I’m grossed out at the thought of having sex with a man. I don’t want that. Yet I still doubt myself so often. I get all in my head over it.

I had a massive breakdown the other day crying all over the floor because I was somehow convinced I was lying to myself and everyone else over being a lesbian. I’ve spoken to my gf about it a lot and her response is always “nothing you have ever told me has made me feel like you aren’t a lesbian” yet I still feel like I’m lying

I get so weird and insecure around other lesbians. I went to a lesbian event a last week and while I was there I felt so lonely. I kept thinking all these women are actually lesbians but I’m lying about it. My attraction to women isn’t real like theirs is. Mine is phoney. Mine is wrong.

Or I’ll see a lesbian couple and feel jealous almost. “Oh they are really lesbians. I’m not. I’m broken.”

Or I’ll see a lesbian couple and think “I’m not attracted to either of them. I must be lying about myself. I’m not really a lesbian”

I think it doesn’t help either when I’m really depressed like I am now so I just don’t feel much of anything. So my relationship feels more empty then I know it logically is. And then I start getting relationship and sexual orientation ocd and have nothing to combat the obsessions with because everything feels so empty.

I just wish my brain wouldn’t make it all so difficult for me. I wish it wouldn’t try to convince me of things I KNOW aren’t true.

[babylacedream]

theres pain in your eyes cause youve gone through a lot

i always find myself back to you જ part 5 of ?

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6

pairing: yandere!bucky barnes x f! reincarnated autistic reader

warning: struggling with bucky's death, grief, yandere themes, anxiety, obsessed!bucky, violence, angsty

summary: you found out what really happened to bucky but can you really accept him for who he is now?

notes: inspired by pinkpantheress unreleased song called close to you, I recommend listening.

please remember i am autistic, so i will be writing my personal experience with my autism. thanks!

oh, reader, you are so cooked <3 goodluck!

You were tossing and turning from a nightmare; you awoke; you had forgotten what it was about. You opened the door quietly. You went to your front door, trying to find the tote bag you left on the floor.

It was on the hanger; Bucky must have hung it up there. You grabbed it and went into your room. You scurried through the files. For every experiment that was conducted there, Bucky was in the middle of it all.

Bucky is an assassin.

It makes sense; the blood you found on his hand that night was his target's blood. You shivered at the thought of what he had been mindlessly forced to do.

You bit your nail out of reassurance, and once you've looked through every bit of information about HYDRA, it was no wonder why he acts like this. As if he's in this trance-like state.

Duh, stupid.

You groaned, annoyed and guilty that you yelled at him like this was his fault. Nothing was his fault. You looked at your clock; it was nine.

You organized the files, placing them again in the tote bag. You got off your bed and opened your bedroom door. You walked out and took a peek at Bucky on your living room couch. "Do you ever sleep?"

He looked up at you and didn't say anything before going back into that trance. Since he's been here, he's been taking showers; you could tell since he smelled good. But those clothes he's been wearing must be uncomfortable to wear all the time.

"Do you need clothes? I can get you some tomorrow when I go to work." No response to that, but you'll still get him necessities tomorrow.

You couldn't help but feel for him; this was your childhood friend, and the void in his blue eyes made you feel it all the more intense.

You are not sure if this is a good suggestion, but it is worth the shot. "Do you want to sleep in my bed?" Bucky looked up at you again, and this time responded and nodded.

"Come." You say as you walk out of the living room and into your bedroom. "Um, which side do you want?" Nothing, again, from him. You realize he only responds when it sometimes has something to do with you; other than that, he stays quiet.

You had a queen-sized bed, so it should fit both of you. You left the light on for Bucky. You remembered that he kept the living room lights on, and you took the right side of the bed against the wall, getting comfortable on your side. He was still standing there. You got out of bed and grabbed his hand before you pulled him in.

"Oh, your shoes." You gestured so he could take them off. Bucky took them off while still looking at you with that emotionless stare, including his clothes, and climbed in with you in bed.

You didn't want to look; it's disrespectful to do that, in your mind, so you closed your eyes. Shuffling with the blankets, you found your comfortable position. You were lying on your side, facing the wall.

While you were getting comfortable, Bucky wouldn't take his eyes off you like you were the most precious thing to him in his whole existence. Strangely enough, he has never felt this tired before. Only with you.

You woke up, stretching your arms and legs to notice the bed empty. "Oh, familiar," you thought. You got out of bed. When Bucky came into your room with a towel on his waist, fresh out of the shower.

You didn't look last night because... You had your reasons. You were shocked; he looked different, more built? You looked up, trying to avert your gaze, when you saw him smirk. He walked past you and sat on the bed.

"Oh, right, clothes! I'll quickly go and shower and... get you clothes!" You avoided looking down and awkwardly laughed, walking out of your room and into the shower.

After a much-needed shower, you dressed in your work clothes; you thought it would be better to wear your work clothes so you wouldn't have to change again. "I'll be back."

You were in a men's clothing store. You looked through dozens already. You bought him shirts, pants, a hat, shoes, and even boxers.

How do you know his size? Well, you don't need to ask.

You even bought him a couple of things he needed while staying there, like body lotion, body wash, a toothbrush, deodorant, and shaving stuff, if he wanted to use it.

Eventually, you made it back to the apartment to see him still sitting on your bed with the towel. You twitched, wondering if he was doing this on purpose.

You went to the room and laid out the clothes and necessities on the bed. "Well, do you like it?" You smiled, looking at your accomplishment. You saw his hands grip the towel; he was about to take off his towel! "Wait, let me get out of the room first!" You ran out of the room, breathing heavily.

You waited outside. The door opened, and instantly, your eyes widened. The hat on his head looked good, and the jacket he had on with the layer of shirts on him. The jeans also looked nice.

He looks like a model! As expected from the dreamboat from the 1940s. You internally clapped in your head.

The clothes seemed to fit him well. "Is it comfortable?" He nodded.

"Oh, I almost forgot." You looked in your bag and took out gloves for him to hide his metal arm thingy. "Here." Bucky took them.

"Well, I shall go to work now. Stay here."

You told him that, but why is he following you yet again? Is he a stray cat or something?

"Bucky, you can't follow me to work. Okay? I need to work. Why don't you try, uh, try feeding some stray cats?" You spoke without really thinking.

But, he was an assassin. An asset to HYDRA. What would those HYDRA guys do if they found him out here? You didn't really care about yourself, but you were worried about Bucky. You couldn't let those bastards take him.

"On second thought, never mind, just come with me." You grabbed his gloved metal hand and led him to your workplace.

"You wait here. I'll be working. You just, uh, play with this." You gave him a Rubik's cube. He instantly started playing with it.

You worked calmly, still occasionally checking on Bucky in the lunch room. You placed a sandwich on his lap. "Eat. I'll eat with you." You sat across from his seat and munched on your sandwich.

You didn't notice how his blue eyes looked as he intently watched you lick your finger clean. You were quite clumsy with your food; that sauce was on your lips. Bucky leaned in towards you across from the table, lifted his finger, and wiped the sauce clean off your lips.

"Oh, thanks."

That gesture reminds you of that time you were at the diner with Bucky. The sauce had gotten on your lips. "Clumsy, girl," he chuckled before lifting his finger and wiping it off.

Does he know what he's doing to you? No. And that's the worst part of it all. You had a very gloomy expression on your face.

You cleared your throat. "Excuse me."

Your store didn't have a bathroom, so you were in the bathroom across from a nearby store. You were sitting on the toilet, crying your eyes out.

You wished that none of this happened. You wished you could have been in your past body with Bucky growing old with him.

You cleaned your face, trying to hide any teary-eyed sign. After cleaning yourself up, you came out of the bathroom when someone bumped into you.

"Pardon." The man excused himself before he took a quick glance at you. You smiled politely and carried on with yourself back to work.

You were working with packages, storing them in the storage room, when you felt a familiar chest pressed against your back, giving you a sense of déjà vu. Bucky smoothly slides his hands around your waist, wrapping around them.

"Who were you with just a moment ago?" The tone in his voice was laced with authority and power.

"Oh, someone bumped into me when I was heading out of the bathroom." You said calmly, looking over your shoulder. You giggled, grinning at his expression. "What, jealous?" Bucky loosed his hold around your waist.

"Relax." You turned around to face him, placing your hands on his chest. You tipped-toed to his ear and whispered, "Or you might scare me away."

You removed your hands from his chest and worked on the boxes. "Why the hell did I do that?" You mentally hit yourself for trying to be slick.

Bucky was irritated. How dare they come close to you? You thought he was jealous, but it was more than just that. He felt infatuated with you.

In fact, he smelled those wretched vermin scents on you, and it made him want to completely take you for himself, right here. Right now.

But he knew you'd fear him.

So, he decided the easiest thing to do was to completely obliterate those parasites to make sure you'd be safe.

Bucky didn't want to tell you, but because you kicked him in the face that night, his memories started coming back in little bits of pieces, especially with the help of the locket.

Even his trigger words aren’t working. It seems your presence has dulled their influence entirely, reducing the strength of his brainwashing.

And the early confrontation that night with his target, Howard. He called his name, "Sergeant Barnes." And since you called out his name shortly after that, "Bucky," he remembered only you.

Bucky, no, The Winter Soldier, wasn't going to let them take his memories of you again, especially since he's found you, his Lyubimaya.

Bucky immediately knew it was you when you yelled at him, "This is mine!" telling him the locket was yours. "It was surely yours, my love." He left it for you to hold and cherish, and he was glad you cherished it so.

Everything about you screams of his lover. Your scent, your laugh, the way you gazed into his eyes. You were her, whether you wanted to deny it or convince yourself you no longer wanted to be, to protect yourself.

But he knew he had to be patient with you. After all, you were patient all those years.

Now, more than ever, he knew that for him to stay peacefully with you. The Winter Soldier was determined to make sure that the whole place blew up in flames.

Bucky walked out of the store, but not before taking one last glance at you organizing the boxes.

"This time, I'll come back to you, my love."

[wutheringcaterpillar]

An Assassination of The Heart

Pairing: High School!Jackson Rippner x Reader

Summary: Jackson had always had a rough life after being taken into foster care, having no positive outlook on life until you walked into his life. Only an unforeseen circumstance changes him forever.

Warnings: Established relationship, mentions of blood and murder, heartbreak, mentions of drug abuse, cigarette smoking, very brief mention of smut

I wanted to have a take on Jackson’s life before he became whom we know him to be on Red Eye. I hope you all enjoy this concept as much as I do.

August, Autumn of 1989

Waking up to the sunlight peering peacefully through the blinds, Jackson brushed the beads of sweat from his forehead, glancing toward the alarm clock ringing before pressing down on the button.

“Jackson are you up yet?!” He rolled his eyes from the screeching sound of his foster mother Evie.

“Yeah!” He hated his life. His biological mother had abandoned him on the sheriff department’s door, step father dead before he was even born from overdosing on heroin.

Now here he was in the small town of Harpeland, Georgia, in a house with seven other “siblings”, cramped in a small square room with nothing but a twin size bed and a rickety old dresser. The only plus side was the small window that looked out toward the creek where deer often resided for food and rest.

He had no friends, often staying to himself and failing in school but his needs were often pushed to the side, his achievements ignored, causing him to believe there was no point in trying anymore.

Pulling out his converse from underneath the shitty excuse of a bed, he grabbed his backpack, throwing on his beanie and began walking down the dirty old trail to school.

There was hardly ever anyone around since he liked to get a head start not wanting to deal with his foster siblings annoying him. He rarely ever got peace and quiet, often finding solace in old novels and looking forward to the time he had study hall but his schedule was quite different this year. With failing so many classes he had to double up, which he didn’t really care about. He was a smart individual, always acing his tests but never turning in homework or showing up and participating in side projects.

Walking up to the school, other students shouted their jokes at him for his last name being Rippner. He never payed attention to them, their words never bothering him.

As the bell tolled, he walked into the classroom late.

“Mr Rippner, the rules haven’t changed, you’re expected to be in your seat at 7:15 am.” He ignored her protests silently, and took an empty seat near the back wall, getting ready to put his head down until he noticed the principal walk in with a girl he didn’t recognize.

The teacher huffed at the interruption as the man whispered something in her ear and she nodded in response.

“Class we have a new student, this is Y/N L/N. She’s coming here from Ohio, give her a warm welcome and-“ Jackson faded her voice out, breath hitching in his throat when he layed eyes on you.

His crystal blue eyes transfixed on your immense beauty, he couldn’t help but think you were kind of cute with your backpack hanging off one shoulder carelessly, arms wrapped around your torso nervously.

Butterflies fluttered in his stomach when you approached him, pointing to the desk in front of him.

“Is this seat taken?” 

“Ugh-no, no. All yours.” He smiled brightly, your cheeks blushing a rosy shade of pink from the strange boy’s smile as you thanked him and sat down.

Jackson couldn’t stop himself from staring at the back of your head in disbelief, his hormones running wild. He had never felt like this before and was convinced there wasn’t a girl out there for him but now, maybe that wasn’t the case.

“Shit..” Your pencils fell down onto the floor, the students around you giggling and chuckling at the incident while Jackson was quick to bend down and help you retrieve the yellow wooden utensils.

“Oh, thank you. You didn’t have to-“

“I know, but I wanted to.” The class carried on but his mind couldn’t escape the intrusive thoughts, thinking what it would feel like to have his fingers interlaced between yours, stargazing with you, knowing your hobbies, exchanging books. 

Time passed slowly, watching the clock tick by with each excruciating passing second. 

When the bell finally rang you gathered your book, stretching and standing from your seat but when you were in the midst of walking out to your next class a hand brushed against your arm gently, that swoonful voice.

“Hey! Um, let me walk you to your next class?” You nodded kindly, biting down on your plump bottom lip trying to simmer the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. He was cute, ridiculously cute and the only person who’s reached out and been kind to you, who would you have been to deny the boy a simple walk to class?

Jackson shared many classes with you, and always offering to carry some of the heavier textbooks out of the kindness of his heart.

The last period of the day seemed to be the only one you hadn’t shared and it completely dragged on considering it was algebra, the worst subject to ever exist.

When the bell rang at the end of the day, you packed up your belongings and headed to your locker only when you opened it a note fell out. The writing was particularly neat, and the grammar and punctuation nearly perfected.

Scanning the words, you read the mysterious letter.

“Meet me at the at the dock down the hill by the creek. You seem like a smart girl, I know you’ve done your research as you said. I’d love to have the chance to get to know you better. I want to know your interests, hobbies, everything. I look forward to seeing that beautiful smile tonight.”

Jackson

Your cheeks heated a rosey blush painting your skin as your stomach fluttered with butterflies. Maybe this school wasn’t so bad after all.

~

Arriving home, Evie noticed a spark in Jackson. He didn’t walk through the door brooding or tired, he didn’t throw his backpack onto the sofa like he normally does. More importantly he actually sat down in the chair at the kitchen table while she continued to rinse off vegetables for dinner, the soft sound of the antenna radio playing in the background while his siblings were outside playing in the summer heat.

Jackson tapped his foot nervously, hid mind still revolving around you and he wanted to hold it in, but for some reason he couldn’t.

“I met a girl at school today.” Evie’s eyebrows perked up in interest while tossing the roast in the oven snd the vegetables in a pot on the stove before removing her apron and taking a seat across from her son.

“Oh yeah? What’s her name? Given it’s a small town I assume she’s new, am I right?” Jackson nodded adoringly.

“Her name’s Y/N, and she is breathtaking. I’ve never seen a girl as pretty as her before. I um-“ Jackson itched at the back of his neck nervously.

“I asked her out tonight by slipping her a letter in her locker. I think she likes me to, I hope at least.” His mother settled her hand atop of his motherly, expressing how overjoyed she was for him. 

“That’s great honey! Remember what I always say, you’ll know when you know. You did the right thing by trusting your gut, the smart kid you are.” She ruffled his hair and excused herself to check in on her other children outside by the sandbox and tire swing. 

Mentioning that dinner was almost done, she sent everyone to go wash their hands and mentioned that Jackson had first dibs on the shower tonight, winking his way happily. For the first time in a long time Jackson sat at the dinner table, tossing jokes back and forth with his siblings enjoying the meal Evie had prepared.

Washing up and showering Jackson slipped on a jacket and jeans, tying his converse while heading out in the starry night sky toward the dock.

Evie couldn’t stop the acute smile painting her face as she watched her son chase out the door after a girl. He was always a difficult book to read and if it just so happened there was a girl that was able to decipher the writing inside his mind she wasn’t going to complain.

Opening the window, she shouted out through the screen.

“Don’t forget curfew is at 10!” Jackson waved at her, and turned down his path.

Upon arriving to the wooden dock, crawdads sang melodically throughout the atmosphere, crickets singing harmoniously in rhythm with the critters. This always held a special place to him, where he would go to clear his thoughts and just get away from the noise and clutter of his house. He had never brought anyone here, it was his only little peaceful sanctuary.

Sitting down, he placed his backpack beside him and checked his watch, it was only five pm but his heart pattered in anxiousness to see you and if you’d show.

He passed the time by pulling out his notebook, creating a portrait from memory of this morning when you walked into the class room. Reminiscing the way your hair flowed effortlessly over your shoulder, the blue jeans and black sweater draped over your body. He had always been a talented artist but like the dock, they were his creations that he didn’t wish to share with the world.

As he was etching out your figure, he thought he heard a tumbling in the grass, his head whipping around in curiosity only to be met with nothing and carrying on with his drawing.

That was when your hands curled in on his sides, spooking him but his frightened frown and girlish scream ended abruptly, a sincere grin forming when he saw it was you.

“Didn’t think I’d show did you?” You challenged him, taking a seat beside him and flinging off your flip flops into the grass, dipping your feet into the chilly water.

Jackson was quick to close his notebook, embarrassed and not wanting to you to see his drawing in fear of creeping you out.

“So, you said you wanted to get to know me. Ask away, also I brought snacks.” You shook a baggy filled with chocolate covered pretzels, sprinkled with your love.

Jackson took one willingly out of the baggie, slipping his shoes off and dipping his feet in next to yours. The sudden skin to skin contact causing bursts of electricity to pulsate through your body.

Looking down shyly, Jackson did the same but hadn’t moved his ankle away.

“Alright. So what’s your story? Any siblings, what do you like to do for fun? Any stories I should know about?” He chuckled slightly, his blue eyes shining subtly in the moonlight as he explained the complicated living situation he had been involved in his whole life. He normally would have felt uncomfortable talking about the reality of what his biological parents were like but you didn't seem very judgemental, if anything listening with open ears and an open mind. Although you felt sorry for him with the nearly non existent memories he had of his parents, there was a pang of jealousy when you'd learn he had siblings, and just that his mother was genuinely concerned about him. You would have killed for that.

“I can’t imagine what it’s like to have siblings. It gets quite lonely at times and I find myself falling asleep reading a book on the floor of my room. My parents constantly fight, hardly pay any attention to me. I could be dead, floating down the river right now and I still don’t think they’d notice.” Maybe Jackson hadn’t realized how good he had it compared to others. His face softened at the sad story, lapping his bottom lip in thought of what he could say to turn that inquisitive frown upside down.

"Well, for what its' worth you're more than welcome to come steal one of mine, though I must inform you if you are used to privacy, you will learn real fast it's nearly non existent with siblings." And there it was, that delicate, alluring laugh that left him hypnotized by your beauty.

Time passed slowly, but the conversation never staggered. You talked about the past, present, and the future. Fears, school. The basics, but he didn't want to mention about his interest in art, not yet, at least until the portrait was done. He didn't want to scare you off too early.

A week passed like the speed of sound, every night you ended back down at the dock.

Jackson had spent his nights after leaving you perfecting the portrait he was drawing of you sitting in a meadow, a small stray cat sitting beside you while birds and deer perforated the background at sunset.

When he would rest his head to sleep he found it difficult due to his mind running wild with the vision of you and him together forever. The way your eyes shined in the sunlight, how you smiled widely every time you saw him, and the way your voice sometimes staggered when you were nervous, he had never heard a laugh that sounded so heavenly and perfect, everything about you was perfect to him. He was falling fast, and it didn't scare him.

The following day he had to run to the post office for Evie whom was sending a package to his grandmother for her 80th birthday. In the process of walking back home, as he passed stores, he stepped backwards when a bracelet caught his eye.

It was a simple white band with different types of flowers decorating the width and he couldn't stop himself from going inside and purchasing the personal gift for you, knowing that you'd love it.

When he arrived home, he rushed to his mother, wanting to show her what he had bought for you in excitement and anticipation of her approval.

"Jackson, it's beautiful! She'll love it!" He smiled brightly, not being able to contain the clear blush heating his cheeks. Evie took him into the dining room to find a gift bag and some tissue paper, her heart warming that her son was finally opening up to her more and more every day now that you had entered his life. She just hoped that it would last for the sake of her son.

At the normal time, he had met you down at the dock, gift bag in hand. You had loved surprises and dropped your bag in the grass as he passed you the bag.

"Jackson what is this?" He shrugged, smirking confidently.

"I saw something I thought you'd like, so I bought it." Pursing your lips, you untied the bag, tossing the tissue paper out onto the ground to reveal the simplistic accessory. Your stomach fluttered with butterflies much like the first day you met him. No one had ever bought you anything just because, but maybe that was because your parents were too busy trying to buy out each other on business deals to care too.

"Jackson, you didn't have to do this for me..." Your voice was low, tone settling in disbelief. He reached for the bracelet pushing it onto your wrist gently.

"Don't say I never gave you anything." Wrapping your arms around, you rested your head on his shoulder, hands caressing his back while you listened to his pulse thumping rapidly.

When you pulled away, you pecked him on the cheek before taking your usual spots next to each other on the wooden surface.

“You smoke?” You shook your head shyly, never having really tried. 

“Do you want to? You don’t have to. It helps calm my nerves.” Motioning with your head, he pulled the tobacco tube from the containment of a hidden compartment in his backpack.

He handed you the lighter, giving you the honors of alighting the unlit tip.

You watched the butt glow orange, the smoke diminishing into the summer air as he puffed from the tube, his plump wraps securely around the white object.

Passing you the cigarette, you took it nervously, Jackson showing you the best way to hold it between your fingers.

“Now when you put it between your lips, you’re going to breathe in gently. You’ll feel the smoke clouding your lungs. You’ll then release and expel the remnants, got it?” Nodding nervously, Jackson watched intently as you inhaled.

You didn’t get very far, the discomfort in your chest causing you to cough and choke on the smoke, passing Jackson the cigarette back causing his insatiable laugh to reveal itself for the first time. He began patting your back, hand rubbing soothing circles into the delicate skin.

“Okay, okay. Fair is fair. What do you think about roller blading? It was all I really did where I’m from. Never really had friends and found a thrill feeling the wind blowing through my hair. It’s actually quite fun and I researched some trails in the area and checked them out before starting school. Wanna give it a go?” Jackson shook his head checking his watch realizing he was already late back home. 

“I can’t, my mom will have my ass if I’m not on my way back. I’m not going to make you walk home alone though, where do you live?” You giggled slightly in astonishment that his parents cared enough to give him a curfew, something you weren’t used to.

Nodding forth, he picked up his belongings following after you. 

To his own surprise, you didn't live far, quite the opposite. Your family had just moved into a new home next door deep in the woods. He hadn't even known they were doing construction but the more you know. Now he knows how you found the dock so easily.

The following afternoon, he had met you down the road near the roller rentals business that had just opened. Jackson was slightly unsettled that the bearded, partially overweight man running it he didn't recognize. It was a small town, everyone knew everyone but he shook off the uneasy feeling when your arms wrapped around him from behind. After all people moved all the time.

"Boo! Did I scare you?" He chuckled awkwardly, not wanting to admit that you did in fact startle him.

Having never done this, he followed your lead.

"Two pairs please!" After telling him your sizes, the man disposed his cigarette in a plastic container sitting on the edge of the stall.

The man's hand brushed over yours to exchange the cash but you didn't think much of it as things like this happen all the time, surely it was an accident. This went unnoticed by Jackson as he was looking out at how empty the park was for a sunny saturday afternoon. The only thing that caught his sight was a bird taking a bath near a bush. He knew your love for animals and grabbed your attention. Handing him the blades you gasped in awe at the adorable scene, before bending over in front of the stall to put your own on.

"You ready?" The guy behind you grunted as if he were waiting a tip but you didn't bring your wallet and Jackson had no more cash on him. Honestly he thought it was quite rude of him to do so. Nodding forth, you skated side by side down the empty streets, wind blowing freely through your hair as the sun shined down in it's ball of heat, warming your skin. Jackson had fallen quite a few times, his cheeks turning red embarrassment but you thought it was quite cute. With each incident he seemed to be more determined to not mess up, wanting to impress you that he was a quick learner and able to skate even while smoking a cigarette.

For once in his life he felt care free with you by his side, once he finally got into a steady stride. You screamed and laughed together like you were in complete control of the world, not a worry in your heads. He didn't think he'd enjoy this as much as he did.

Stopping to get ice cream, you shared a cone like lovers do, giving him the cherry while you showed him the skill of how you could tie the stem into a knot within seconds. He believed you to be quite impressive, and just an easy, kindhearted person. Who couldn't love you?

After making a few stops at a book store, and some antique outlets, Jackson skated home with you, kissing you goodnight on the cheek, skating home with a smile that never left his face but he felt like someone was watching not only him but both of you. When he'd look back no one would be there, maybe he was just being paranoid.

The following night the crickets chirped throughout the breezy atmosphere, water rippling calmly in the pond as you layed on the wooden dock star gazing.

“I promise, I’ll always be around.” Jackson smiled softly, crystal eyes shining under the moonlight. Involuntarily, your hands inched toward one another, intertwining your fingers together and latching in a display of affection. You giggled from the touch, staring at the size difference of his hand on yours. After a few moments of star gazing, Jackson caught your stare in him, biting down on your bottom lip playfully. He watched you quizzically but with an endearing smile on his face.

“What?” Before he had time to think you leaned in, not being able to resist the urge to kiss him any longer. In an alluring motion, your lips captured his, causing Jackson’s breath to hitch in his throat and his eyebrows raising in surprise.

Your lips were chaste, soft, the taste of the strawberry lip gloss insatiable. His hand grazed over the softness of your cheek, heart thumping rapidly in his chest while he deepened the kiss, his lips slowly curling into a smile as he dipped his tongue playfully onto yours.

The night sky settled as you slowly grazed your hand up the nape of his warm neck.

Falling back into the dampened grass, the atmosphere seemed to come to a still. Adrenaline and hormones rushing through your veins in a wave of disparity and lust as your lips curled in unison, hands skimming one anothers' bodies slowly scratching at each other’s clothes.

“Are you sure? I-I don’t want you to feel pressured, and-“ You shushed his concerns by pulling him back  down, hips grinding upward to feel his hardened mound, giving him all the reassurance he needed to pollen your untouched rose.

The night had passed slowly, the sun starting to peer up as you awoke in his arms, checking the time on your watch.

“Shit. Wake up we’re going to be late!” Jackson groaned from his deep slumber, goosebumps on his skin from the chilly evening, wiping off an ant from his arm in the process.

Shoveling around, he began to panic when he saw the sun knowing full well his mother would have a field day with him once he returned home.

“Fuck, I-I don’t mean to run off but my mom will kill me. It’s better if I just go home and let her know I’m alright then to even bother going to school. Will you be okay walking alone?” Giving him a reassuring smile, your hand caressed his soft cheek, calming him down merely instantly.

“I’ll be alright. I wish I had parents that cared as much as yours. Go home I’ll catch up with you later, I’m sure your mom will understand. You worry too much y’know?” He chuckled kindheartedly, his hand inching toward yours and thanking you for being understanding and just having a calming demeanor. Leaning in you placed a kiss to his lips, reminiscing back to the memory of last night, falling asleep in his arms after making passionate love. He was the boy you had been waiting for all along.

As he left you shouted after him. 

“Oh and Jackson, I don’t regret last night, I um- I’m really happy it happened.” He smiled sweetly, rushing back to give you a passionate kiss before agreeing he hadn’t regretted it either and he would see you soon.

Evie paced the kitchen, hands trembling as she bit her nails nervously waiting for the clock to strike 8 am so she could call the school. The police were of no help, informing her that a missing persons report could not be created until it was at least 48 hours past when she had last seen or heard from him.

Marcie, Jackson’s older sister consoled their mother, reminding her of the fact Jackson was a teenager, surely he was alright and just forgot to call.

“Bye, love you.” Your voice was like soothing music to his ears and for a moment, he didn’t think you realized what you said. Those two words, seven letters, making his heart patter quickly, stomach fluttering with butterflies while he smiled to himself watching you walk off through the meadow back home, not giving him a chance to say it back but one thing he was sure of was that he was falling fast at the speed of love, knowing in his gut from that moment forward he would do anything to protect you.

When Jackson arrived home, his mother slammed the door closed behind him in fury and anger.

"Where have you been?! I've been worried sick about you, for all I know you could've been dead in a ditch, you know the rules!" Jackson began to apologize right away, explaining that he had fallen asleep at a friend's house but she knew better than that. In his flustered state, he attempted to speak further but Evie wasn't having any of it.

"You are grounded for a week. I expect you home right after school." When Jackson tried to argue, she cut him off.

"It's not up for discussion son. Now go to your room." Scoffing, he threw his hands up in defeat, walking in a fast pace toward his room slamming the door shut in irritation. What was he to do not having alone time with you, especially after last night.

He needed to be near you, to talk with you. It was only your touch, your voice that could calm him down, keep him sane from this fucking house. He wrote a letter, asking his mother if she could at least walk it over to your house and give to your parents. He didn't want you to think that last night was a mistake or that you weren't good enough.

After much debate, Evie gave in knowing how much you had helped Jackson come out of his shell and settle his disruptive emotions. She had explained to your parents it was for only a week but they acted as if they didn't even know you were dating Jackson. When she peered in through the door way, papers were scattered across the table, expensive decor hanging on the walls. She hadn't known that they were that financially set.

When the moonlight bore and the ruckus settled in the house, Jackson quietly inched his door open, seeing that all the lights were off and not a person in sight.

Walking back to his room and closing the door, he snuck out through the window, walking over to your house and seeing a singular light on. Maybe that was your room, maybe you found it hard to sleep as well. Glancing down at the driveway, he picked up a few pebbles before going to throw them at your window, praying he had the right one.

The sound reeled you away from the book you were indulged in, your heart pounding in your chest when you raised the window to see Jackson standing outside in the midsommer night.

"Jackson, what're you doing?"

"I had to see you, can you come down?" Nodding, and telling him to wait a moment. You wrapped a robe around you, tumbling down the stairs and rushing outside, jumping up into his arms while he caught you effortlessly. He was everything you wanted, everything you needed. You nuzzled your head into the warmth of his neck, breathing in the freshly shower scent of his sea breeze body wash while he held you, basking in the moment of solitude with one another, nothing but the sounds of the awakened night animals cooing softly in the background.

"Your bracelet, you still have it on." He smiled in adoration, his voice like a velvet day dream.

"And I'm never taking it off for a single second." He didn't have long, knowing Evie would often wake up through out the night.

"I have one more surprise for you that I'm always done with. I've been working on it since the day we met but I want to wait until I'm off from being grounded and then I'm going to make sweet love to my baby girl." You giggle, pressing your lips to his before bidding him goodnight. He waited to ensure you were back in your house before heading back over to his.

The following morning Jackson arrived at school, he walked to class worried that he hadn't seen you at all but tried to convince himself that perhaps you had fallen ill. It wasn't too far fetched that there was a bug going around school. He sat anxiously, finishing up the final touches of his portrait for you, hoping it would help time pass. Around 12:00 pm, there was a phone call made to the school and Jackson was pulled from class. Only it wasn't his mother who made the call, bu they must have received some kind of verification for him to be pulled. Furrowing his brows, he gathered his books, walking back home.

The school hadn't told him much but the teacher and other supervisors watched him with sorrowful eyes, looks of pity. Jackson was confused as to what was going on but he just lived down the road so he'd have an answer soon.

When he approached his house, Evie was on the porch sitting on the swing with a reddened face, tears streaming effortlessly down her cheeks while she blew her nose. This was unlike his mother, she normally didn't cry, and why were there police cars in the driveway? His first thought was something happened to one of his siblings.

“What’s going on?” Evie cried with a whole heart for her foster son, she had never seen him so happy, the light at the end of the tunnel seeming visible until now. This would surely wreck any and all progress Jackson has made. She wasn't prepared to tell him but what choice did she have?

“Honey maybe you should sit." He nodded awkwardly, gulping back an anxious lump before taking a seat next to her. She didn't really know where to begin or how to rip the band-aid off. How could she explain a situation she didn't truly understand herself?

She stood from her seat sighing and glancing out the window knowing that if she didn't speak now, he was going to find out for himself. She owed him the explanation. Softening her tone, she turned to her son with apologetic eyes with a look of motherly endearment and sorrow.

“It's Y/N. They found her body in a river this morning behind the tracks, Jackson honey I’m so sorry.” In that moment time seemed to stop. Jackson was frozen in his seat, lips partially agape. When Evie took a hesitant step forward to attempt to console her son with open arms, Jackson merely shoved her away the tears springing freely as he ran out the door.

Sprinting all the way to your house, he saw the police cars in the driveway, your pup whimpering with sadness next to your father’s leg. When the ambulance carried out your body on a stretcher, covered with a white sheet the reality crept in harshly, all too sudden.

“Jackson!” His mother yelled after him trying to get him to come back inside but her voice was merely a whisper, his eyes fixated on the bloody sheet covering his first and only love’s body. 

He stumbled and ran to the ambulance, tears springing freely. Ripping the sheet off of your head freely, he was met with the cold, hard reality of the situation. Your skin was pale, lifeless, blood stains on your cheeks and in your beautiful hair. It had looked like your face had been beaten in with a weapon. He wasn't sure if he wanted to vomit, to keep crying, or kill someone.

The ambulance workers pulled him away against his will, recovering your body and closing the ambulance doors. Jackson fell to his knees, your mothers touch on his shoulder startling him.

"I-I just saw her last night. I-I didn't even get to say goodbye...I never got to say it back."

He searched every trail you walked, every pond, every dock, every diner but there was nothing. Not a single clue. Strangers passed by him hastily, rushing to get their morning coffee, none of them appearing familiar. 

He was desperate, he was tumultuously sad and depressed, but the anger outweighed any other emotion.

After a long day of searching and investigating, he returned home to his bed, ignoring his mother and siblings wanting nothing more than to just be left alone. No one understood his pain, no one could understand the profound connection he shared with you. Most importantly no one would ever be able to surmount the palpable, tentative, fragile love you held for one another.

Toward the end of the long, dreary, tiresome day Jackson found himself walking toward the dock where you shared probably one of the most intimate forms of love, the moment that you made love with one another.

Sitting down on the ground, the rain continued to pour down relentlessly, lightning shocking the sky and rendering the animals into a safe space for the night. His feet swished in the water, staring down at the ripple effect when he noticed the bracelet he had bought for you laying in a mud puddle in the dampened grass.

He didn’t hesitate for a second, reaching for the only thing he had left of you. He examined the beaded accessory in his hands, squeezing it, causing him to cry more. How did this get here?

“What am I supposed to do!” He screamed at the sky, feeling completely hopeless, knowing someone had done this to you and he hadn't had a clue. If it was here, that meant someone had eyes on you, but who?

Looking through the photo album, he skimmed as his tears painted the pages until he realized there was a common, terrifying theme that neither of you had caught in the photos.

The man from the rollerblading rentals was somehow in every photo lurking in the background menacingly. How had he not noticed? Perhaps he was too blinded by living a happy life with his first love to notice anyone but him and you together.

Shutting the album he ran to the phone book pulling the hefty book from a side table drawer near the landline in the living room. 

Flipping to the back where local advertisers were listed in hopes of figuring out the man’s name. With his thumb he traced down each page, ready to give up until he reached the last one.

Derek Lauer was his name, listed along with a business and personal number. Finally one step forward into finding out who this man was that took his innocent little birdie away.

The following morning Jackson had set an alarm, wanting to be at the clerks office as soon as they opened hoping to find an address.

When he retrieved what he wanted after some convincing to the older woman sat at the desk who clearly hated her job and life. The odd thing was the address was nearly three hours away.

Formulating a plan, he waited until Evie and his siblings were asleep, taking the car keys and heading out to the road. His knuckles were turning white from how tight his hands were wrapped around the wheel. Jaw clenched, in anger and fury, his heart rate increasing with each passing moment.

When he pulled up to the driveway, the house contained a sold sign, the date being just yesterday. This didn't make any sense. He knew he wrote it down right, glancing down at the paper again, he was about to look back up when a man's voice echoed through the night.

"Jackson, right?" He whipped his head around, recognizing the man to indeed be the one from the roller blading rental. It took everything in him to think rationally and not pounce at the man and rip his toxic, sick, twisted brain out.

“I know it was you. You sick fuck, what did you do to her.”

“Oh you don’t want to know, a pretty young thing like that. I think your imagination will suffice.” Jackson’s blood boiled inside, heart pounding with anger. He was ready to jump at the man, wanting to strangle him and torture him slowly for what he did to you but the cops around the corner staring at the scene made him stop. He wouldn't be any use to you locked up in prison for killing a murderer he couldn't prove to be guilty.

With technology not being too advanced at the time, Jackson had no actual proof, DNA identification was just beginning and it wasn't rare for the wrong person to be convicted. It's not like he could go to the police station and just say this guy confessed when he had no idea where he was going. How did he know his name?

"You should really watch over your girlfriend more, never know what kind of demented people roam the streets, do ya?"

What was his motive for taking you to the dock? How long after Jackson left you did he break into your home and abduct you? There were still missing pieces Jackson had to fill in but he would get his revenge one way or another, even if he had to do it himself. The law, the police, the courts they were always corrupt, never fully doing their job. No, the only way Jackson was going to get his revenge was to leave home, and start a life of his own. Surely an 18 year old was better at researching the some old sick fuck. People always doubted Jackson's thinking and learning skills, well he was about to prove them all wrong with his first target.

The man got in his car with his final box, making the rookie mistake of having a clear plate on his car. Jackson wanted him to think he wasn't going to follow him and stayed stood there in the rain until the cop cars left. He'd figure out a way to dump Evie's car somewhere once he finds a new, safer ride.

He clutched the portrait and bracelet he kept in his jeans, taking off in a fit or rage but remaining calm to keep his thinking clear, and tactical.

From that day forward Jackson vowed to obtain his revenge by taking these rich, scumbag assholes off the streets for good. They never had to pay any time, always sweeping things under the rug, cops covering for them. No, no that just wouldn’t do. If they thought for even a second they had the upper hand they were sadly mistaken. Jackson would forever be a frigid, moral-less man after losing his one true love, unable to love another woman ever again.

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Oh your prompt list is good 👀

grabbing each other's hands in crowds or when crossing the street to "be safe"

Aemond x Rhaena

for sure! Hope ou enjoy it and of course, I am adding my own twist!

Prompt list

Context!

No Dance of the Dragons, Rhaena and Lucerys are to marry very soon and they both have been in Driftmark learning the ropes of their future positions. Aemond on the other hand is betrothed to Cregan Stark's sister, Sara Stark, a recently legitimized Lady. Everyone is in King Landing celebrating Princess Visenya's Third Birthday.

"Shhhh Gīda issa jorrāelagon" Rhaena whispered caressing the head of morning, calm my dearest. Morning was currently the smallest Dragon in the Pit while stormcloud and Taraxys were small they still had a head advantage on her sweet pink girl, she knew how sketches she could be around so many huge dragons since in Driftmark it was only Arraxs and Meleys so she made an effort to spend as much time here with her.

Rhaena could admit to herself, in the empty pit how much she hated coming to the Red Keep, she was happy to see her sisters and brothers but seeing her father was different, it still was jarring at times, she loved him and that would never change but the hurt of being overlooked will forever remain in her heart, especially seeing as how involved he was always with Baela and VIsenya, a huge roar and shacking of the roof alerted her taking her out of the deep thoughts. She could hear the dragon keepers running out and shouting at each other and between those shouts she caught the words, "Vaghar is here"

Aemond, she immediately thought, It was rare to see her cousins in the Red Keep, since Helaena and Aegon had married each other Rhaenyra had offered them Dragonston as a place to grow their family and Aemond was welcome to stay in the Red Keep or go as he pleased.

Last she heard he had been betrothed to Sara Stark, recently legitimized by Rhaenyra herself. " What could he be doing here" she wondered.

"Nyke emagon naejot jikagon yn nyke shall sagon arlī aderī" She whispered to moonlight as she touched her forehead with hers, I have to go but I shall be back soon. She stood up ready to leave, the last thing she needed was to see Aemond and Vaghar, a reminder that she had failed to claim her mother's dragon.

As she quickly began her walk towards the exit she saw him, Aemond was entering the pit and as they got closer, Rhaena was ready to ignore him and pretend she never saw him, her feet slipped in something and she almost hit the ground when she felt a had grabbed her arm and suddenly she was face to face with him.

" Cousin," he greeted her, no emotion on his face.

"Aemond," she nodded at him in response, "Thank you,"

" No need, after all what kind of prince I would be if I let a lady hit the floor." He answered, Rhaena noticed he had still not let go of her arm however she felt no need to snatch it.

"Well, still I thank you for your help but I shall make my way to the Keep," she said.

"Of course but this floor seems to not agree with your shoes, allow me to escort you out, for safety." He offered as he let go of her arm and offered him instead.

Rhaena was left speechless at the offer but she found herself nodding and taking his arm.

"What brings you to the Keep," She asked as they mad their way out, wanting to fill the silence.

"I have come to see Syraxes clutch."He informed her but at her stiffening, he quickly added, "For after Sara and I marry, If she is to be with child I desire for the babe to have an egg even in the freezing North."

Rhaena only nodded not knowing what to say, they continued in silence until they saw the blue sky, and when they stopped Aemond let go of her and held her hand kissing it. "Have a good day cousin." he said, " and give my regards to your betrothed."

Rhaena was left without words as she saw him walk once again inside the pit, a tingle sensation left in her hand.

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Ineffable May 2024 Day 17: Inspector Constable

Inspector Constable and the Curious Case of the Vanishing Books

Rated: General Audiences | Read on Ao3

Muriel investigated the gap between the books using the magnifying glass that Aziraphale kept in the shop to decipher the minuscule writing in the old scriptures. They held it up to their eye as if it were a monocle and peered through, squinting in concentration.

“Strange,” they muttered, furrowing their brow. “Very strange.”

The disappearance of the books posed a perplexing puzzle for which they had no immediate explanation, and to their dismay, the magnifying glass was of no help. Instead of sharpening their vision, the tool blurred it, so they set it aside with a resigned sigh and knelt on the floor of the bookshop, inspecting the gap in the lowest shelf closely.

Naturally, Muriel had detected the mysterious disappearance of the books right away. Keeping track of things was their job after all, and they weren’t a 37th-class scrivener for nothing. 

(In fact, Muriel had flinched violently at the noise when a neighbouring book had collapsed into the newly created emptiness beside it, indicating a space large enough for at least four books to have vanished by that point).

With their experience as Inspector Constable, and drawing on the insights gained from reading a fair share of the bookshop's detective novels, Muriel knew exactly how to proceed of course - they began looking for clues without further delay.

Unfortunately, there was little to be found. The only notable detail about the missing books was that they all belonged to Aziraphale’s favourites. Otherwise, there were no peculiarities worth mentioning - no scratch marks on the door lock, no broken windows, no signs of forced entry or damage. Although Muriel tried their best, they didn't find any incriminating fingerprints, and nothing aside from the books seemed to be missing (although it was hard to tell with all the fascinating memorabilia Aziraphale had collected over the last centuries cluttering the bookshop).

When their search for clues yielded no actionable insights, they proceeded to the next step: interrogating witnesses.

Muriel’s first stop was Heaven.

“No, books have never vanished without a trace before,” Aziraphale said, sitting behind his desk full of paperwork, looking wary. “Muriel, should I be concerned? Do you need any assistance?”

Muriel let out a nervous laugh and waved their hands in dismissal. 

“Oh, no, not at all. It’s fine,” they assured him, attempting to conceal their embarrassment at having troubled the Supreme Archangel with such a trivial matter. However, after the disappearance of the seventh book in just a few days, they thought it best to clarify whether this was a common occurrence that no one had thought to inform them about.

Muriel squirmed under Aziraphale’s lingering gaze. It left them wondering whether they had given him the impression of neglecting their duty to care for the bookshop in his absence. Hastily, they added: “I … I will conduct an inventory. I am certain they’ve simply been misplaced.”

Aziraphale sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose. He looked tired, worn out, and lacked the warm smile and friendly tone in his voice that Muriel had always appreciated for their kindness.

“Keep me informed, please?” Aziraphale requested and Muriel nodded eagerly in response. That was the least they could do. 

“And if you happen to meet…,” Aziraphale's voice trailed off, lost in thought, before he forced a smile and adjusted his attire, shining with a white so radiant that it nearly hurt the eye. Yet, instead of lending him authority, it only made him look pale. 

“No, it’s nothing,” Aziraphale concluded, already turning back to the paperwork piled on his desk, wearing a determined expression on his face. “Thank you for telling me, Muriel.”

Muriel opted for Give Me Coffee or Give Me Death as their next stop. Positioned directly across from the bookshop, there was the chance that Nina might have witnessed an intruder. Armed with a notebook and a pen, Muriel entered the café, ready to jot down every single detail Nina could provide. Inside, Muriel found Nina in the midst of serving a large cup of coffee to Aziraphale’s grumpy demon friend. Mr. Crowley, if they remembered correctly.

“What is it, Cup of Tea?” Nina greeted Muriel, ignoring Mr. Crowley’s extended hand as she held onto the steaming cup rather than placing it on the table in front of him. “Can I get you the usual?”

“Um, no, thanks,” Muriel declined, casting a nervous glance at Mr. Crowley. They hadn’t forgotten how he tricked them into granting him access to Heaven, or how he had refused to let them wait in the bookshop when Muriel had had nowhere else to go. Muriel didn't feel particularly comfortable in his presence, although he certainly didn't appear to match the gruesome and frightening description of a demon Heaven expected Muriel to believe in.

Mr. Crowley had given Muriel a book after all, and Aziraphale seemed to like him, so perhaps there was a hidden kindness to him, though Muriel was hard-pressed to detect it beneath his clenched jaw and grim expression.

“I thought you might be able to help,” Muriel said hopefully, turning their attention back to Nina and recounting everything about the vanishing books. They noticed Mr. Crowley shifting in his seat, but his facial expression remained a mystery behind the shades covering his eyes.

“That’s weird,” Nina remarked after Muriel had finished. “But I am sorry, I haven’t seen anything unusual happening.”

Muriel made a desperate noise, their shoulders sagging.

 “Aziraphale will be very angry with me for not paying proper attention,” they lamented, earning a disbelieving snort from Mr. Crowley.

“Oh, he won’t,” he growled. “He’s very good at forgiveness. Trust me, I know.”

Muriel squinted in confusion at Mr. Crowley’s bitter tone, which didn’t quite align with the notion of forgiveness.

“Why do you think the thief took these specific books?” Nina inquired, shooting Mr. Crowley a dismissive glance. “They aren’t the most valuable in the bookshop, are they?”

Muriel shook their head. 

“No. But they're all Aziraphale’s favourites. He keeps them on a separate shelf in the back of the bookshop to prevent customers from accidentally taking them.”

Nina hummed thoughtfully. 

“Sounds like someone is on a personal vendetta,” she speculated. 

Muriel remained unconvinced.

“I think the thief must be lonely,” they proposed their own theory, receiving a skeptical look from Nina.

“What makes you think that?” she asked, eyebrows raised.

“Well, books are like people, only portable,” Muriel explained, fondly remembering the first time they had picked up a novel, the words on the page as comforting as a warm hug, distracting them from feeling out of place on this strange yet exciting planet. “So if someone takes that many books in such a short time they crave company, obviously.”

Nina's expression shifted. She looked as if pieces of a puzzle clicked into place, and then regarded Mr. Crowley with suspicion.

“Or,” she intoned meaningfully, her gaze fixed on Mr. Crowley’s face, her features softening into something Muriel took for sympathy, “craving the company of someone very specific, given that only the favourites are disappearing.”

Mr. Crowley finally snatched the cup from Nina's hands, his patience running out.

“I don't understand why you concern yourself with this matter,” he snarled, downing his six shots of espresso and slamming the cup onto the table with unnecessary force, causing Muriel to flinch. “He left them here without a backwards glance. They don’t seem that important to him after all.”

Muriel hurriedly took a few steps back as he abruptly pushed back his chair and left the café with brisk strides, smoking.

“Watch out for lightning strikes, Mr. Six Shots of Espresso!” Nina called after him as the door shut with a resounding thud. She sighed, and Muriel looked at her with a questioning expression - as did all the other customers who had witnessed Mr. Crowley’s abrupt flight. Nina ignored them, putting a comforting hand on Muriel's shoulder.

“Don’t you worry, Cup of Tea,” she said, the soothing words accompanied by a reassuring squeeze of her hand. “The books will be back eventually.”

“How can you be so sure?” Muriel wanted to know, taken aback by Nina's confidence.

Nina glanced out the shop window as Mr. Crowley sped away in his Bentley.

“Because he won’t be able to bear the look of heartbreak over those missing books on that angelic face for very long when Mr. Fell returns.”

With that, Nina collected Mr. Crowley’s empty cup and tended to the customers waiting at the counter, leaving an even more confused Inspector Constable behind.

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Prompt List for Ineffable May 2024

[casp1an-sea]

STAR WARS But Better Part 10

FINAL PART

I know this one is a bit longer but 10 is a nice number so oh well

here’s the link to the master post so you can get part one: Master post

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(Meanwhile Luc finds an empty X-wing)

Luc: Am I supposed to get into this?

Flight crew worker: Where's your flight suit?

Luc: Look you guys have really poor management. I don't know what I’m supposed to be doing.

Flight Crew worker: (Hastily shoves an ugly orange jumpsuit into Luc’s arms) Quick get ready and get in that X-wing. (Points to the one Luc was standing by which now has R2D2 in the droid compartment) Your call sign is Red 5, may the force be with you! (Runs off)

Luc: (Drops the flight suit on the floor) Ew. (Begins climbing into the cramped cockpit of the X-wing, only puting the helmet on because the suit was ugly) This place will be receiving a 1 star review!

(R2 beeps in agreement) [Side note while in the X-wing you can understand R2 because the ship translates his beeps)

Luc: Yeah R2! Agree with me because I’m always right!

(R2 beeps the equivalent of Yeah! Lets blow those MFs out of the sky!)

Luc: Oh! Okay then.

(Luc closes the X-wing hatch and straps into the ship)

Obi-wan: The force will be with you always.

Luc: Gramps? What the heck?! (Looking around but it was only a voice)

(There is no response)

Luc: I’ve got an old grandpa haunting me, that's fun.

(A few moments later the possy of x-wings arrive at the death star which is now only minutes from being in range with the rebel base.)

Red Leader: All fighters report in

Red ten: Red ten standing by

Red seven: Red seven standing by

Biggs: Red three standing by

Porkins: Red six standing by

Wedge: Red two standing by

Red eleven: Red eleven standing by

Luc: Ayo what’s popping!

Red leader: (Sternly) Call sign please

Luc: Red five, Jeez bestie.

Red leader: Lock S-foils in attack position. We’re passing through their magnetic field hold tight… okay switch deflectors on! Double Front!

Luc: (Ignoring every order and pressing random buttons) Uh… they should really provide tutorials for these things. 

(R2 beeps and makes the ship do what it’s supposed to)

Luc: Alright then, you fly, I’ll shoot. (Grasps the gun controls)

(R2 beeps happily and steers the x-wings towards the other X-wings)

(The ships come up on the death star)

Wedge: Look at the size of that thing

Luc: Yhea and I already escaped it because I’m cool like that.

Red Leader: Cut the chatter Red 2 and 5

Luc: Okay mom (Rolls eyes)

(Some war talk between old men who cares it just means the fight is starting)

Luc: (Makes a nose dive toward the action) YEAH LETS MURDER THESE GUYS!

Red Leader: I did not give you author-

Luc: Don’t care bye loser (Speeds off into the fight)

(Luc blows up some satellite dishes or something)

Dude in the Yavin war room: Enemy fighters coming your way pilots.

(A group of tie fighters appear one on Bigg’s tail)

Luc: Big man you got a little something behind you.

Biggs: Where? I can’t see it!

(The tie-fighter fires at biggs and misses)

Biggs: I can’t shake em! (Dives towards the Death star)

Luc: (Leasuraly flying upside down) Man I really have to do everything! (Follows behind the Tie chasing biggs. Luc fires and hits) Yeah take that loser!

(Vader is piloting one of the Ties he breaks off and begins following Luc)

Biggs: Watch it wormie!

Wedge: Careful Luc!

(One of the ties hits luc’s hull)

Luc: Hey, Don't touch me without consent! R2 turn the ship around I need to kill someone

Biggs: Luc you turn around you die

Luc: (Hmph) fine!

Red Leader: Red five where are you?

Luc: Uh trying not to die?

Red leader: Well get over here

Luc: I’m contemplating mutiny

Biggs: They have a fighter on their tail we can’t get over there red leader

Luc: Ugh I can’t shake this stupid fighter

Wedge: I got him! (Shoots the tie and Biggs joins in the blaster fire)

Luc: Jeez, is he dead yet?

Wedge: I think so

Luc: Good.

( Gold leader goes into the tench to try and blow up the death star and dies)

Luc: Wow sucks to suck

Red Leader: Re group

Luc: What if I don’t want to?

Red Leader: I can have you court martialed for insubordination

Luc: Oh I’m definitely committing mutiny! (Reluctantly re groups)

(Red leader goes into the trench to blows up the death star, misses, and dies)

Luc: Yeah and stay dead!

Biggs: What your saying could be considered treason

Luc: Good! I hate him. Once this is over I’m gonna stomp on his grave… Now what?

Wedge: I don’t know you’re the boss

Luc: What? Why?

Biggs: You’re the main character

Luc: Fair enough… uhhhhhh, let’s blow up the death star I guess

Biggs: Alright we're going in

Luc: I can’t decide whether I like being in charge or not, never mind I do. Wedge do a backflip with your X-wing.

Wedge: What?! Were in the middle of a war I could die.

Luc: I don’t care!

Wedge: Fine! (Quickly flips his ship)

(The three dive into the trench, the X-wings following close.)

Wedge: There to close I can’t stay

Luc: Okay coward bye we don’t like you!

(Wedge leaves. Luc gets their shot lined up as the ties close in on Biggs. Vader pulls the trigger and blows up biggs)

Luc: Big man? (Turns and sees he’s dead) Well slay literally.

(3 tie fighters charge down the trench towards luc. Vader is in the middle, his sights locked on the X-wing.

Luc: Great guess I have to be the protagonist now! (Aims toward the exhaust port on the death star getting ready to fire.)

Ghosti-wan: use the force luc…

Luc: (Looks up at the stars seeing no one) Gramps can you stop doing that this is really a bad time?

Ghosti-wan: let go…

Luc: Hey when where you gonna tell me you were suicidal?

Ghosti-wan: LET GO!

Luc: Alright jeez! (Let’s go off the controls) Jesus take the wheel!

Ghosti-wan: No, not literally! Meantaly.

Luc: Well maybe you should try being more clear! (Luc shuts off their targeting computer, grips the guns and closes their eyes allowing the force to flow through them.)

Vader: The force is strong with this one…

Rebel guy in the base: Their computer is off. Luc your targeting computer is off! What’s wrong?

Luc: Nothing! Leave me alone! (returns to the zone)

(Vader locks onto Luc’s ship and fires hitting R2)

Luc: Well guess I have to learn to fly now!

Ghosti-wan: USE THE FORCE

Luc: OKAY! I get it!

 (They close their eyes again and their body subconsciously flies the ship via the force bc Luc is just amazing like that)

(On the death star)

Imperial Officer: Rebel base in range.

Tarkin: You may fire when ready!

(The death star begins powering up seconds away from firing. Will Luc make the shot? Will Vader kill them??? OH THE SUSPENSE!)

Vader: (Lines up a shot) I have you now!

(The two other tie-fighters close in on Luc as well making it impossible to escape)

Luc: Well I guess I die now!

(Suddenly Vader takes a surprise hit from a ship flying in from above sending him spinning through space)

Vader: What.

(The Falcon flies above the trench. It dives into the trench on a crash course with the remaining tie fighters. Scared the pilots fall for the trick and accidentally crash into each other as they try to evade the Falcon)

Han: (Over the Com) Yahoo! You’re all clear kid now let's blow this thing and go home!

(Luc stretches out with the force and at the last second fires. Both torpedoes make it in and the two ships fly away from the death star as fast as they can. Flying through space with the giant explosion behind them.)

(As they fly back to the base)

Han: Great kid! That shot was 1 in a million!

Ghosti-wan: Remember the force will be with you… always…

Luc: Yeah great I blew up the death star but can someone please tell this ghost to stop stalking me and giving me cryptic messages! It’s kinda annoying.

Han: What?!

Luc: Nevermind your brain would never be able to process the information

Han: I feel like that's an insult

Luc: I don’t know

(The ships land back on Yavin four with the rest of the rebels bc somehow not everyone died)

Leia: Luc! Luc! Luc!

(She throws her arms around both Han and Luc. Luc is disgusted and attempts to get away from Leia's grasp.)

Luc: (Peals Leia’s arm off of them) We’re not that close! DON’T touch me!

Leia: Oh I’m sorry. I’m just excited! We actually did it!

Han: We? What did you do?

Leia: Alright fine Luc actually did it!

Han: Hey!

Luc: Yeah that’s right! Han doesn’t exist!

Leia: (To Han) I will say I’m shocked you came back

Han: Hey I wasn’t gonna let them have all the glory

Luc: Chewie talked him into it

Han: Well maybe… but I’m here nonetheless.

Leia: (Sarcastically) I’m so happy! 

Han: Hey what’d I do

Leia: I’m kidding I’m glad you came back

Luc: I’m not!

(He ignores Luc’s remark, turning to Threepio who is running around frantically)

Threepio: OH DEAR OH DEAR! R2 why must you always get yourself into trouble!

Han: What’s wrong with him?

Luc: His bestie got shot

Threepio: Sir Sir! Do you think they can repair him? I’ll gladly donate any parts he may need.

Luc: I don’t know I’m not a mechanic why are you asking me? Still I like that little guy. TECHNICIAN?!

Technician: He’ll be fine

Threepio: Oh thank the maker!

Luc: Threepio you should audition for a soap opera

Threepio: Oh I’m not very good at performing sir.

Luc: Mhm…

  (Luke, Han, and Chewbacca enter the huge ruins of the main 

               temple. Hundreds of troops are lined up in neat rows. Banners 

               are flying and at the far end stands a vision in white, the 

               beautiful Princess Leia. Luc and the others solemnly 

               march up the long aisle and kneel in front of the princess (Except for Luc who definitely stands). From 

               one side of the temple marches a shined-up and fully repaired 

               Artoo-Detoo. He waddles up to the group and stands next to 

               an equally pristine Threepio, who is rather awestruck by the 

               whole event. Chewbacca is confused (Why? Idk that’s just what the script says). Dodonna and several other 

               dignitaries sit on the left of Princess Leia. Leia is 

               dressed in a long white dress and is staggeringly beautiful.  

               She rises and places a gold medallion around Han's neck. He 

               winks at her. )

Luc: (mumbles) EW

(She then repeats the ceremony with Luc. They turn and face the assembled 

               troops, who all bow before them.

Luc: YES BOW TO ME PEASANTS! 

(Chewbacca growls and R2 beeps with happiness. Luc notices that Chewie does not have a medal. They have a genius Idea. They walk away from their position in the middle of the ceremony and go over to Han. Han gives them a confused look then they grab Han’s medal and rip it from his neck)

Han: (Trying to get his medal back from the gremlin) Hey! What’s the big Idea.

(Luc happily skips over Chewie's attempts to put it around Chewie's neck, decides they're too short and hands it to him instead.)

Luc:(Hands chewie the medal)  Here! (Innocent smile)

(Chewie puts the medal on shrugging as Han stands shocked behind his friend. Luc returns to their spot as if nothing happens and there is some awkward silence followed by awkward clapping and finally and that’s where our story ends… for now.)

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[heybiji]

Please tell us more about Oh Empty!!!

Come execution night, she's got everyone's eye.

'Cept for one.

Next time, you take a look up in that sky.

You'll see the moon turns its back on her.*

*this is literal. the moon has a face.

[prettyboybun]

I am genuinely always thinking about being one of a pair of subs. I'm the obedient bunny, he's the bratty puppy.

Our dom has us kneel for him in the living room after having teased us all day. "Alright, listen, sweet things. I know you're all riled up for me, but I need to go to the store. When I get back, I'll use you both properly, okay?"

We nod, my pup partner squirming already, wiggling his hips. Our dom continues, "You are NOT to touch yourselves until I get back. Got it?"

I nod sweetly, and get my hair ruffled affectionately in return. My sub partner, on the other hand, bites his lip with a glint in his eye, nodding slowly. You could almost hear the cogs turning. Our dom partner gives him a look, but inevitably ruffles his hair as well. "Okay. I'll be back soon, I promise."

We sit still and kneel in the living room until the front door closes and we hear him driving away. Suddenly, my partner pounces on top of me. He's already rutting against my thigh and pressing kisses all over my face and neck.

"B-But," I gasp, "Sir, he said to- He wants us to-"

"I know, baby boy, but I need you so bad right now, he's not gonna have to know," He says, against my neck, "You like this, don't you?"

I groan, "Yes, of course I do, I want you so bad... but I wanna be good for sir..."

"Just don't touch yourself, sweetheart. That's what he said, right? Don't touch yourselves? I'm sure that means I can touch you."

I ponder it for a little bit. Eventually, I nod, biting my lip. I'm still unsure if this is going against sir's wishes, but feeling my puppy boyfriend rutting against me, lips on my neck... It just feels too good after a whole morning of teasing and denial.

Puppy leans up and whispers in my ear, "Good boy." I shiver, hairs standing on end.

I let him manhandle me roughly into the position he wants, which turns out to be frotting our tdicks together. I'm laying on the floor, pinned, whimpering, feeling a little guilty at technically disobeying, but mostly lost in the pleasure.

My puppy looks down at me and says, "Don't cum, either, bunny. You have to wait til sir gets back for that one, definitely."

I nod, breathless. Then I open my eyes and look at him questioningly, "What about you?"

He smirks and rakes his claws down the center of my chest, leaving four pretty red scratches. I moan, and he says, "I can take whatever he's gonna dish. Don't you worry your pretty little head- After all, who's making the rules right now?"

I whimper, "Y-You, sir."

"Good boy."

We stay like that, him roughly grinding into me as I whine and moan beneath him. Eventually, though, the door opens, and I gasp and try to squirm out of my puppy's grip. We weren't supposed to still be playing when he got back. But puppy isn't relenting, he's still rocking his hips sharply against me.

"What do we have here?" Our dom says, a little amused. He surely would have guessed this would happen.

Puppy grunts as he continues grinding on me, "Welcome back, sir." I look at him and he's looking him dead in the eyes, smirking.

"Oh, puppy. Just couldn't wait, could you?" Sir sets down the grocery bags on a table, and walks over and picks pup off me with ease.

I start scrambling to sit up, but my dom presses his boot to my chest and gently lays me back down. "Still, bun, stay here. Let me deal with our boy and then I'll be back for you, okay?" I nod, looking up at him with soft eyes. "There's a good boy."

For a little while, behind me, I hear struggling, teasing, and soft moans. Then, my dom comes back over to me and lifts me up into his arms, walking us over to his armchair. This is when I see that our puppy is tied up spread open on the couch, gagged, but noticeably drippy and empty. Sir sits me down in his chair on his lap, facing puppy.

"Spread your legs, bunny," He murmurs into my ear. I do as he asks immediately, earning a quiet, "Good boy..." In response.

I turn my head to look at him and start saying, "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to disobey, I-"

He shushes me, petting my hair, "Oh, bunny, that's not your fault. I know you need touched, puppy just decided that it was his responsibility to do so. Isn't that right, pup?"

Puppy says something in snarky defiance, surely, muffled against his gag. "Exactly. I know you're my good boy, bun. That's why I'm gonna overstimulate you on my lap right now while your pup watches and can't do anything about it." My eyes widen, starry. I see that sir is smirking at puppy. Our pup squirms and growls against his bonds.

I lean back against our dom's chest, also looking at puppy as I begin to have my tdick touched, softly at first. Then, he applies pressure, making me moan quietly. Teasingly, he uses his fingers to spread my bunnycunt open on display at pup.

"Doesn't he look so pretty like this, puppy?" At this point, our pup is ravenously trying to get out of his bonds, but he's tied up too tightly. Sir adopts a fake pity tone as he says, "Aw, I know, puppy. You just wanna use him so bad, don't you?"

Sir plunges a finger inside me and curls it, making me gasp and moan loudly, "That's it, good bunny. Let every sound out, I want him to hear how good I make you feel."

I do as he asks, making obscene sounds as his fingers fuck in and out of me, thumb circling my tdick. He growls gently in my ear, "You need to tell me when you're close, okay, bunny?"

"I- um- I'm close sir, so close for you, sir," I babble, already feeling so overwhelmed with sensation.

"Cum for us, bunny. Cum all over my fingers." I clench down and shudder, crying out and cumming all over his hand. He doesnt take his fingers out, but he gives me a little bit of time to breathe before he starts fucking me again.

Eventually, I cum the same way again. Then a third, and a fourth time, stacking them back to back against each other. After I've cum five times, I'm absolutely spent. He takes his fingers out, cleans them off, and pets my hair and shoulders, letting me slump against him bonelessly.

Our puppy has given up on getting out of his restraints, but he's whining softly, looking at us with big eyes. Sir motions for me to kneel down on the floor, and I do so, a little slumped.

He walks over to puppy and plays with his dripping hole as he says, "Good boy, good puppy. You took that so well, I know that was difficult. Are you ready for your reward?" Puppy nods, frantically. "Come here, bunny, kneel in front of him."

I happily crawl over, kneeling in front of my pup, smiling softly at him. Sir takes his gag out and says, "Tell him what you want, pup. Nicely, if you would, our boy is a little overwhelmed as you might imagine."

"Pl... Please suck my tdick, bunny."

I oblige, glad to have him down my throat. He throws his head back and moans as I start to flick my tongue. Sir teases his nipples for a while, watching me service him. "Such good boys, both of you. You're both so good for me, I'm so proud of you, so proud to be your owner."

Eventually, sir takes my head and starts fucking my mouth on puppy's dick. Puppy moans louder than ever, babbling about how good it feels, thanking us both. Sir fucks my throat on it harder, growling, "That's it. Take it, take it, both of you."

I moan into his tdick, sending loud vibrations straight through him. Puppy jerks his hips up in time with my mouth bobbing on him, crying out, "Sir, I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum for me, puppy, cum down his throat," I can hear sir whisper in his ear. Pup cums explosively down my throat, covering my face in it.

Sir gently pulls my head off, as I stare off in a subspace daze. Puppy is panting, as our dom makes quick work of untying him, "Good boys. You're both so good for me, took that all so well."

He lies puppy back on the couch against him, and motions for me to lay on him as well. I jump up, eager to get snuggled after all that intense play, and he chuckles sweetly at me. Sir pets my hair when I get nestled into his embrace, "Good boy, there you go. Much better, love having both my sweet boys in my arms."

Puppy leans up to kiss me gently on the forehead. They both keep praising me and each other, and I deliver slurred praise back where I can, eventually drifting off peacefully in their safe embrace.

[noah-shin]

Boyfriend Miguel O' hara x female reader

Summary: After a long day retuning home from work, Miguel wants nothing more than to fuck your senseless till you pass out. Late night shower is an ideal circumstances for that.

Warning:mirror sex, bathtub sex,smut, rough fuckin (at the end),belly bulge, riding

Wc: 1500

➸ Boyfriend Miguel who is fond of showering with you after a long day of work. He holds you in his strong arms as he puts you inside the bathtub and strips for showering. He likes to run his fingers through your hair as you humm a song in the shower. He desires to have you just in his arms and have no worries.He likes holding you in his arms while busking in your presence as you look up at him with your affectionate eyes.You can feel his heart beating faster than usual while your head is placed on his chest.

You slowly move your lips towards his kissing him softly savoring all the moments. As you looked at him with a dazed look Miguel held your waist pulling you in another kiss.You tighten your hold around his neck to deepen the kiss as you suck on his bottom lips. As you move your hips over his lap, you can feel his dick poking your thighs. You let out a chuckle as you realized how hard he was just by kissing you. You pushed a finger inside you,loosening your tight cunt a bit for the bigger thing. Miguel looked at you in lust watching you using your finger to pleasure yourself. Precum covering the tip of his cock from your lewd action. After some time, you went on top of Miguel and positioned your pussy lips over his rock hard dick. Miguel pushed his long veiny cock inside your tight cunt, a smirk on his face when you groaned and your head fell back from the pleasure. He held your waist as you sinked on his cock slowly, your toes curling in pleasure.You wrapped your legs around his torso as he let out a shaky moan. "Uhu I'm too big for you babe" You grind on his lap burying his cock deep inside you. You ride his cock moving slowly feeling him ramming inside you. You looked at him as he is trying hard not to just bend you over and pound you to oblivion and ruin your tight hole. You were taking his cock slowly when he started rubbing your clit with his thumb. You bit your lips hard as you scratched his back from the pleasure, his hips drilling into you. The length of his cock was barely leaving your cunt empty, hips rolling rapidly with rhythm as he grunted and groaned. He looked at your boobs bouncing in the air from all that soft yet hard pounding. He held one of your breast and squeezed them feeling the soft flesh. He pinched your nipples watching them become hard as you lean on his shoulder. Water drips down your body as he thrust into you softly. Soft mewls leaving your mouth.

He tugs at your nipples impatiently while looking at you seeing your eyes closed in satisfaction while he rubbed your clit harshly. He again leaned over to take another nipple in his mouth, sucking on it like you have milk to give him.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head and his hips stutter before he picked up an even harder pace, making you let out little "oh lord- ahh" in response to the rough fucking. As he sucked your nipples and bite around your areola,you cum hard on his dick making a ring around his shaft and bit on his shoulder to prevent yourself from screaming out loud. Soon all your juices washed away in the water. You were about to get up when Miguel pulled your wrist and whispered in your ear, " I am not done babe"

➸ He stood up holding you in his arms in bridal style and took you in front of the floor length mirror. He pressed you against the mirror and spanked your ass hard watching it turn pink from his abuse. " Your pussy is dripping wet bitch" You moaned painfully from the impact. He put a hand on your waist keeping you firmly against the mirror as he pushed two of his fingers inside you and moving them extremely slowly. You felt him pressing his body against your as he scissor your insides with his fingers while whispering in your ear, " Such a cock loving slut you are. Still not satisfied by riding me. Look at you, so wasted and turned on by me" You stared at the mirror watching your boobs pressing against it, your nipples hard and sore from all that bitting. You hair messy and drool dripping from your mouth as you have a " fucked out " expression on your face.

Miguel was shoving his fingers knuckle deep while fucking your properly giving you no time to take a breath. You moaned loudly feeling him hitting your g spot repeatedly. He smirked looking at you through the mirror "you liked that huh" You nodded desperately. "Make me cum daddy" He fucked his way into your hole relentlessly finding your sweet spot and abusing that place untill you arched your back and came all over his fingers. He pulled out watching his hand covered in your slick cum. He sucked them clean in ecstasy watching you fall on the floor in exhaustion.

He pulled you up and pressed you again against the mirror. He obscenely spread your legs wide apart and pushed his thigh between your legs to prevent you from closing them.

" You stretched out pussy just makes me want to fuck you senseless."

He held your hips as he pushes his cock deep inside you. Fucking your brain out as his veiny cock goes deeper into you and hit your cervix while precum woozed out of your tight hole. You whimpered in pain looking down as he hit your cervix again and again. He suddenly grabbed your face harshly making you look at the mirror. He growled in your ear, “I want you to watch me make you cum. Once I let you go, if you take your eyes off the mirror, you’re getting punished. Do I make myself clear?” You nodded vigorously and Miguel's fingers released your jaw. Your eyes shifted to your reflection once again. You watched as Miguel increased his pace, his skin now slapping against yours as he held you up and thrusted his cock inside your wet pussy. getting turned on by you watching him rutting into you like a wild animal. He thrust roughly shoving his cock more and more until he bottomed out. You grinded and humped on his dick with your boobs pressed against the mirror. He groaned in pleasure, biting and sucking your shoulder leaving hickeys and bite marks. Your legs trembled as Miguel keeps thrusting inch by inch into you, his girth spreading you and your back arching when he's finally fully inside. " Ahh too much " you squealed, feeling your lower stomach full of his cock. He choked you with his hand and groaned,"Fuck, you always squeeze me so good" He pulled out of your dripping cunt to give your puffy clit a few strokes with his throbbing shaft, "Now, come on baby girl, make me feel good" he moaned rubbing his head on your nub making your thighs tremble before sliding back in.

Your belly bulged as he thrusted in and out with lewd pops, your pussy made squelching sound. He traced your bulge and put pressure on your lower stomach feeling his dick deep inside you. He went absolutely feral as your cervix ache from such rough fucking.

The mirror gave you both the perfect view of his cock stuffed balls deep in your little cunt.You’re stretched by his girth, your folds spread to expose your clit to his predatory gaze. You feel more turned on by the scene and cum hard on his cock. Your juices coating his cock as he fucked your hole relentlessly for hitting his high. He pulls one of your legs up giving him more access to your cunt as he slammed himself over and over into you as your body hit the mirror repeatedly." Ugh yeah!! Take me like the whore you're"

He took one of your nipples and squeezed it painfully,cervix fucking you. Miguel let out a growl as he turned you to his direction while filling your hole with his seeds. He bit your shoulder drawing blood from your wound looking at you while filling your womb with his seeds.

Your belly swollen from the cum loads as he thrusted one last time before pulling out. You fell on the floor, legs spread apart painting breathlessly. You pussy clenched around nothing as cum drips down from your inside. Pussy red and gaped from all the abuse.

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This was my first time writing a smut. I hope you like it and forgive me for any grammatical errors. Have a nice day/night!

[muav99]

Drunk confessions with Hyunjin💋

Pt 1. Continued story- Bestfriends to lovers, Hyunjin x reader, Teasing, Good girl kink, Drunk but consensual acts

Flashback to the night prior..

You and hyunjin were having a sleepover!

It wasn’t a rare occasion as you two were nearly attached to the hip. Seeing each other everyday nearly. But nonetheless it was still a fun idea. You headed to the gas station to pick up some snacks.

He grabbed the Soju and you grabbed the Ramen and Tteokbokki. Perfect. And a bag of Cheetos just cause.

You assumed the 4 bottles you got would be fine just for sampling each flavor.

Wrong. Dead wrong.

2 hours later you were screaming Karaoke and the bottles are on the floor all empty except one. Hyunjin giggling and dancing along to your song.

After you’re finale you crashed to the floor a laughing mess.

“Y/n y/n stay sitting down please” hyunjin laughs

“Okayyyy” you respond

“Hmmmmm lets play a game” hyunjin says

“Amazing idea”

“What about we take this last bottle and play truth or drink?” He suggests playfully cocking his eyebrow up and down

“Oh deal hwang” you say and grab the bottle out of his hand

“Okay y/n, so. would you sleep with any of the guys?” He asks giving you that sassy look he always makes

“No” you say almost immediately

“Not even felix?” He teases

“Mmmmm as much as he’s hot, I’m not into him” you say

“Who are you into then?”

“Was that the question?” You sassily respond cocking your head to the side

*He dramatically throws his head back and groans

“Fine. You go.”

“Hyunjin, what’s your ideal type?” You ask kind of curious

“You” he says seriously

“I……..” you go silent

“HA KIDDING” he screeches laughing “Oh I got you y/n”

“Haha ha yeah” you cough out a fake laugh still very shocked and confused. Hyunjin’s one to joke but that felt off. Nevermind. He’s just drunk, so are you.

“Y/n what turns you on?” Hyunjin asks bringing back that cocky look in his eyes

“Ew you don’t need to know” you take a shot

“Awwww come on y/n don’t be a wimp, just one thing” he says pleading

“I already took a shot hyun why…..”

He interrupts you by moving a whole lot closer

“Please”

This is definitely not a friend conversation but okay. You cant deny hyunjin’s puppy dog gaze.

*sigh* You look him in the face “Well….if you must know. Like dirty talk. Or more specifically like positive responses”

“Like what?”

“Why do you…”

“Im just curious” he says breathing on your face a little closer then before

“Ur a perv”

“Hey!!!!!!”

“UGH like good girl, or you’re doing so well or something like that”

“Ohhhhhh i see” he says

“Now lay off and you take a shot too for pestering me.” You say arms crossed making an annoyed face at him

He swigs a big sip of the soju

“Hyunjin, why are you looking at me like that?”

His gaze upon your face is intense. You swear he’s looking from your eyes to your lips to your chest??? But its hard to tell because the whole room is spinning.

“Do you want me to drink again?” He asks you

“Well its that or answer the question”

“Im not sure you want the answer”

“Oh” you start to put it all together in your jumbled brain

Well. Now you’re kinda too curious. You can’t deny you’ve always felt a little something for him. I mean have you seen HIM??

“Tell me” you say hesitantly still unsure of your choice

“Because you’re my ideal type.” He says staring into your eyes

You gulp, anxious about what to even say blankly staring at him in shock

“See Im sorry never….nevermind” he says scooting away from you looking upset

You grab his hand

“No!”

He looks at your hands then up at you

“I just…..how am I supposed to even respond to that. You’re like my best friend and obviously gorgeous but I don’t wanna ruin anything and we’re VERY drunk so…..”

He puts a finger on your lips to stop your rambling

“Do you like me?”

“I mean…….yeah I do”

“Then nothing else matters” he whispers moving back real close to you

He leans in and pulls you in for a deep kiss. His lips taste like cherries and alcohol. And god he can kiss. You always assumed he could but its better then you expected

You both pull apart for a moment. But you didn’t want to let go.

He dives back in engulfing you in his embrace

Kissing you passionately and deeply. Its slowly but sloppy and just sexy. God he’s just sexy. You grab on his arms pulling him closer if possible. You never noticed how toned he truly was till now, and feeling it for yourself.

He lets go to breathe and you both pant noses touching as you rest

“How drunk are you?” He asks sounding concerned now

“A bit but I know what I’m doing” the room starts to be still for a moment and you take that as a green light

“I just don’t want to take advantage of you.” He says

A real man.

You both are equally fucked up and drunk. But you know what your doing and it’s VERY consensual.

“You….are you implying?” You ask a little shy now

“I want you, please” he asks bringing those eyes back

You ache for him

“Yes” you breathe out

“Good girl” he says leaning back in to your lips

Pt.2 coming soon🩷 comment if you want to be tagged!!

[bakuliwrites]

Love Letters- Elliott x Reader

Rating: 18+ (MINORS DNI)

Fandom: Stardew Valley

Relationship: Elliott x Reader

Tags: Fluff and Smut, Oral S*x, PIV, Overstimulation, Elliott being corny and romantic, Outdoor S*x

Summary: My Muse! You inspire in me such vivid dreams that when I wake to find my bed empty, I despair! I ache for you, body and soul. How I long to return to you, scoop you up in my arms, and ravish you from evening until dawn (Beyond dawn! For dawn does not limit my undying love, my eternal passion for you). Though weary from this whirlwind tour, I am never too weary to show you the depths of my adoration for you. I will return to you early next week, and I am beside myself with excitement.

Elliott returns home from his book tour and the Farmer has a sultry surprise for him.

Read here in this post or over on my AO3

The pages of Elliott’s letters crinkle quietly in your hands as you leaf through them for what must be the thousandth time this week. Each one is so lovingly written, his messy script scrawled across every inch of paper. He’s even put little notes in the margins, snippets of poetry, and romantic little musings. The scent of his cologne lingers from the spritz he gave each envelope, tiny puffs of cedar and amber gracing your nose with each turn of the page. 

The majority of the content of each letter is Elliott’s very detailed account of his latest book tour: all the quaint bookstores he’s gotten to visit, the delectable delicacies he’s tried, the wonderful people he’s met. Elliott is a skilled storyteller, so even these parts are quite entertaining to you. However, it’s the sultry bits of prose that you’ve found yourself re-reading over and over again these last several weeks. Though a lot of it is cloaked in flowery imagery and grand proclamations of love, you’ve discovered your beloved writer has quite the filthy mouth when he puts his mind to it.

My darling, I stopped in at a historical bookstore yesterday: mahogany shelves from floor-to-ceiling, teeming with greenery in various pots and windowsills. A veritable atrium of knowledge and serenity. Afternoon sunlight filtered through the stained glass above me, painting the floor in vivid colors. I longed to peruse every ornate volume I passed. Yet, as I dragged my fingertips along the spines, all I could really think about is how desperately I wished you were at my side. Oh, what this bookstore inspired in me! Such sensual thoughts distracted me throughout the entire event I had there. I could hardly keep focused. I kept picturing us, intertwined amongst piles of novels. You, pressed up against the shelves, your gentle sighs filling me with vigor. 

The first time you read this, you had to pause tending to your crops and sit down for a while. You wrote back as soon as you could that evening, filling the page with every sultry daydream that had popped into your head as you went about your chores that day. You decided to include a little snapshot, something a bit naughty to keep Elliott company on his travels. Elliott’s response was even more detailed.

My darling, your last letter to me had me positively reeling. I should think your letter would have combusted as you wrote, the heat of your passionate words too much for such fragile paper to handle. And yet, it has managed to survive (I keep it in my breast pocket, pull it out when I have a moment of privacy. And the picture you sent! You’re a cheeky thing, my darling. And I, a lucky man). 

All I can think of is you, my star. When I sleep, I imagine us, picnicking under the shade of the willow on our farm. Long abandoned is our luncheon. When I am with you, I want for nothing. Nothing compares to my head buried in your supple thighs, breathing in your intoxicating perfume, my lips on yours. The taste of your sweet succor on my tongue. No food or drink is as satiating as you, my darling.

Weekly, and without fail, you have received letters from Elliott. It seems there hasn’t been a moment that has passed that he hasn’t been thinking of you. His final letter came just under a week ago, and he sounded more than eager to return.

My Muse! You inspire in me such vivid dreams that when I wake to find my bed empty, I despair! I ache for you, body and soul. How I long to return to you, scoop you up in my arms, and ravish you from evening until dawn (Beyond dawn! For dawn does not limit my undying love, my eternal passion for you). Though weary from this whirlwind tour, I am never too weary to show you the depths of my adoration for you. I will return to you early next week, and I am beside myself with excitement. 

Normally, you’d give Elliott a moment to breathe before pouncing on him. But he’s made it quite clear about what he’s been missing on his book tour. So you’ve asked him to meet you under the willow in the far corner of your farm, out of sight of anyone who might accidentally wander onto your property. In this secluded area, you’ve set out a blue and white gingham blanket topped with a wicker basket filled with Elliott’s favorites: crisp starfruit wine, glistening red pomegranates, and homemade crab cakes. 

You’re expecting him home around lunchtime, so you’ve made sure to get all of your morning chores finished, before hopping in the shower, and prepping your afternoon picnic. While you wait, you prop yourself up against the trunk of the willow and go over Elliott’s letters once more, grateful for the shade on this sunny Spring day. You inspect your reflection in a nearby pond. Elliott loves you in all forms, in all appearances, but he does so love to go on and on about your natural beauty. So you've opted to greet him unabashed, unadulterated by any lingerie or make-up. You’ve chosen to wear a simple cotton dress, one he bought for you on his travels. Though you’re not ashamed to say you’ve got nothing on underneath. 

Lost in thought as you browse Elliott’s letters once again, you almost miss the sound of your beloved’s voice calling out to you. You perk up, setting your book to the side and smoothing out some invisible wrinkles in your dress. Just as you’re lifting yourself from the solid ground, the swaying branches of the willow part and you’re greeted by a gently beaming Elliott. 

“My darling!” he cries, dumping his rucksack rather unceremoniously to the ground and dashing towards you. 

“Welcome home!” you return, equally as exuberant, rushing towards him. He scoops you up into his arms, breathlessly gushing about how much he’s missed you between peppering your face with kisses. 

“You’ve no idea how happy I am to be reunited with you,” he breathes, cupping your face in his warm hands and leaning his forehead against yours. 

“I’ve missed you,” you exhale, softly nuzzling his nose with yours.

“And I, you,” he chuckles, unable to tear his hands away from you. They slide over your hips, bunching up the fabric of your dress in his desperate grasp. He practically has to wrench himself from you when he notices the picnic blanket behind you. His emerald eyes light up with joy.

“What’s all this?” he exclaims, pulling himself from you to examine the basket full of goodies. 

“In one of your letters you mentioned a lovely dream about picnicking under the willow,” you begin, smiling as you plop yourself down beside him on the blanket, “I thought it would be fun to re-enact it. But I thought that- perhaps you’d like dessert first?” 

You say this last part slowly, flashing a coy gaze his way, letting one of the sleeves of your dress slip down your shoulder. Elliott immediately gets your drift, green eyes flicking up to meet yours, an impish smile dancing on his lips. 

“I have been sorely missing your sweet delights,” he coos, leaning closer, his breath fanning gently against your lips.

“You’re so cheesy, El,” you giggle, before closing the distance and swallowing up Elliott’s laughter. 

“You love it,” he manages, delighting in your twittering laughter as he slides one of his large hands up your dress and massages the tender flesh of your hip. Elliott presses feverish kiss after feverish kiss against your lips, making up for weeks of longing. Your fingers tangle in the soft strands of his copper hair. How you’ve missed the sensation of running your hands through his locks, letting each strand pool through your fingers like silk. Elliott hums quietly into you as he plucks you off the ground and sets you carefully onto his lap. 

“You’re a vision, my darling,” he huffs, pulling back just long enough to catch his breath as he slips your other sleeve down your shoulder. Your dress pools around your waist while Elliott trails sloppy kisses down your neck, your collarbone, and finally the center of your chest. 

“I can’t be the only one bare to the elements,” you complain, though without much conviction behind your words. 

“Worry not, my star,” Elliott returns after a rumbling laugh, “I won’t make you face the elements alone.”  

He tugs off his red coat while you make quick work of his bright green tie, casting it aside and letting it flutter to the grassy ground beside you. Hastily, Elliott slips off his trousers and undergarments while you do away with your dress entirely. As you turn back to him, you feel his erection graze your inner thigh. 

“So eager, my love,” you purr, smoothing your hands over his chest, down his abdomen, and trailing the line of reddish hair that leads from his navel down to his groin. 

“Can you blame me?” he returns, sucking in a sharp breath when you teasingly drag the tip of your finger along his hardened cock. You push him back gently, letting him lie down on the soft blanket beneath you. 

“Hmm, what should we do about this?” you hum, giving him a few slow pumps. Elliott’s eyelids flutter shut and he can hardly help the moan that escapes his lips, chuckling ruefully at his reflexive response. 

“I can think of a few things,” he returns, a sliver of green peeking out from underneath his lashes, “But first-”

He stays your hand, grasping the supple flesh of your thighs and pulling you closer towards his face.

“Will you permit me to indulge?” he beseeches, giving you the most pathetic, wanton look you’ve ever seen. You consider his request for a moment, though mostly for show. You’ve already decided you would love for him to “indulge,” as he puts it, but watching Elliott’s flushed face give you the most needy look in the world is your own form of indulgence. 

“You may,” you finally grant, letting Elliott position you over his mouth. 

“You’re too kind to me, my love,” he whispers, each puff of his breath against your heat sending delightful shivers through your body. 

Before you can respond, Elliott yanks your hips down and presses his mouth against you. The wordsmith’s skilled tongue is good for all sorts of things, and not just storytelling. Slowly, Elliott circles your clit with the tip of his tongue while one of his hands grabs a fistful of your ass. The other makes its way up to your breast, thumb circling the sensitive bud of your nipple. You try your best not to grind too hard into him, but you can feel your legs quivering with the strain. Elliott’s nose bumps along the hood of your clit as he picks up his pace. He drags his tongue along the length of your heat, lapping you up like he’s been starved for months. 

Your core tightens, burns hotter with every new sensation Elliott brings to the table. His tongue is darting in and out of your entrance, his hands squeezing and kneading. The next thing you know, you’re seeing stars and unraveling above your beloved writer. He grips your thighs tight, holding you in place as he finishes you off, his moans echoing through your own body. 

“El!” you manage to squeak out as you ride him to completion. Your whole body is on fire, every nerve-ending alight with pleasure. When you’ve spent yourself, you slowly raise up and scoot back to give Elliott room to breathe again. 

Elliott is sun dappled under the veil of willow leaves, his hair sparking copper in the afternoon light. His emerald eyes are filled with wonder, the corners crinkling as he smiles affectionately up at you. His lips glisten with your arousal and when you lean down to capture his lips with yours, he tastes of you. Elliott’s tongue traces the edges of your teeth and you find yourself getting worked up once again. When you manage to pull back, you feather kisses along Elliot’s freckled cheeks before impishly gazing back at his still hardened dick. 

“I’d say it’s your turn, now, wouldn’t you?” you slyly suggest. For once, Elliott is lost for words, having to resort to vehemently nodding at your proposal. He tries to lift himself up, but you halt him with a deep, lingering kiss.

“Let me indulge, please?” you request, giving him a tender grin.

“Your wish is my command,” he speaks, voice crackly with a happy exhaustion, a joyous fatigue. You're delighted to do most of the work, especially given that he’s taken care of you so thoroughly and so well. You hover your entrance over his cock, steadying yourself by resting your hands on his abdomen before slowly lowering yourself onto him. The salacious groan Elliott lets out as you sheathe him inside you is enough to make you come again.

And then when you start to move- Oh, the sounds Elliott makes are just music to your ears. Every husky grunt, tiny mewl, or whimper sends electric tingles through your veins. Elliott’s hands are on your hips, helping you grind down into him as he pumps upwards. His green eyes are fixated on you, on every bounce of your breasts, every rolling motion of your hips.

“My darling! My Star!” he cries, his thumb pressing firmly to your clit before rotating it in quick motions. The double pleasure brings an unmitigated heat to your cheeks and the overstimulation after having just come down from your last orgasm is positively delicious. Elliott squeezes his eyes shut, his cheeks bright red. You can feel his cock twitching inside you. You’re not far behind him, your walls beginning to shudder. With a cry of your name, Elliott comes undone, threads of hot cum pouring into you. The coil in you breaks once again and all you can do is stifle your impassioned moans, head too foggy with pleasure for words. 

The two of you remain unioned, unmoving for a bit, allowing yourselves to catch your breath and float back down from your glorious high. When you’re ready, Elliott helps you lift yourself off him before laying you down beside him and pulling you close. He wraps his arms around you, firmly pressing his lips to yours. You linger for a while like this, lazily pressing kiss after kiss to one another, enjoying the gentle breeze that’s picked up over the course of the afternoon. Birds chirp cheerfully in the nearby trees and the distant sound of the train echoes through the valley.

“Thank you for this most wonderful surprise,” Elliott finally speaks, his sparkling eyes searching yours, “It was a wonderful coming home present.”

“I had a lot of detailed and vivid inspiration,” you giggle.

“Well,” Elliott beams, “I have an excellent muse.”

“You know,” you go on slowly, tracing the freckles on his shoulder with the tip of your finger before shooting him a mischievous look, “You wrote down a lot of inspiring scenarios, not all of them about picnics.”

He smiles knowingly, “I think we’ve got plenty of material to work with before my next tour date.” 

A/N: Make fun of me all you want, but I am a huge fan of cringey, cheesy, ridiculous foreplay banter. I just think it's good fun (and I think Elliott would be a pro at it). This was a super fun fic to write! I have been playing Stardew since it first came out and have loved Elliott throughout it all. He's such a sweetheart and so dramatic. I have been wanting to write a fic for him for a while! Thank you so much for reading! Likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Lots of love 💜